This was my first Beverly Jenkins novel and won’t be my last. Although I’ve been aware of Jenkins for a very long time, my focus has been so finely narrowed to all things British [particularly to keep my writer’s voice–which is Texan in my head–more in touch with a British tone and sensibility] that I have dipped into her oeuvre, until now. Why now? Because on the cover, it looks like it might be a multi-racial...

This week brought some out-of-the-blue unexpected joys that I hope come in threes since there have been two and that would mean another might be hovering in the wings. But if not, no prob, because the two that popped up totally made up for the rest of the week. This has been a week of  very much stress and hair-tugging angst as I dealt with my usual Dys-brain issues involving techy things ranging from mailchimp to mailmunch to wordpress to...