I got a poke in the ribs during my time away at Greenbelt from a couple of people wondering how my self imposed booker prize challenge was going.
It’s been ticking along nicely. Gently chomping my way through the books.
Then today they went and announced the shortlist.
I could cry, I’ve read none of those yet. I’ve got Wolf Hall at home and it’s frightening how long it is.
Any book that needs more than one family tree to explain relationships and a potted history is probably going to kill me.