What if The Secret Diary of Adrian Mole had been written by an American in 1990s Ireland with a found family, a nervous taste for other guys, and a bad case of insomnia?
Tam is convinced he saw a nymph today. I saw her too, and nymph isn’t that far off the mark as a comparison, but Tam’s got it in his head that she’s a nymph maybe in the folkloric sense as well. What is definite-what we can both agree on-is that neither of us has ever seen anyone like her before.
When Simon and his pal stumble across a young woman with a dark past, life at their Dublin bookshop changes forever. Devoted to his Irish crew-and grateful to them for helping him escape his own bleak background-Simon puts more focus on making their dreams come true than he does on overcoming the trauma he’s still locked in, one that keeps him isolated in the middle of a growing crowd. He’s getting to know himself better through his journal entries, though-the ones no one else is ever allowed to read.
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