For every person who makes a post like this, there must be ten—or maybe a 100, I don't know—who could, but remain silent. I'm one of the ten, or the hundred. Or I was until now. Can't tell you how much I loved Queen of the Night. How to Write an Autobiographical Novel too.

Oh my, the Canongate cover is absolute fire!

I'm currently reading this, but I've read enough to say—with confidence—that its deserving of every good thing that comes its way; it's breathtaking (and that's an understatement).

My wife and I spent our honeymoon there (1992). Ate numerous times at Pitarra, a restaurant in the Barri Gotic that Picasso once frequented. The food was spectacular, and the proprietor rewarded our 'loyalty' with a complementary apple-based liqueur called Golden Ger. It was the best liqueur ever.

I wish!

This.

Every day it's something else, yet another indication that democracy (or the possible of democracy, however unrealized, which, sadly, is a more accurate descriptor) is rapidly giving way to a police state.

Excellent! Seriously!

Bummer re the end result, but perhaps the positive feedback will, in the end, prove to be a portent of things to come. Hope so.

Liked specifically for '...it wasn't like that. It wasn't halcyon.' Memories are so often acts of re-invention—fueled by need or desire. A core belief, though I wish it wasn't so. But I would rather be unsettled by honesty than content in a self-deception. Or so I like to tell myself.