Well just in case you hadn’t realised, because you’ve been in Outer Mongolia for a week or two, I have just enjoyed reading Reasons for Being by Clare Dudman. Over on DoveGreyReader the great late discovery is The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold.
Now as far as I’m concerned discovering something for yourself far outweighs having it thrust upon you by others. You can still savour a tasty morsel that someone dangles in front of you so many times on the end of their fork that you have to open your mouth and experience it, but how much more sweet is the solitary ingestion of a new flavour of icecream that until now you didn’t even know existed.
So I’m wondering, dear reader(s), is there a book that you finally found, years after everyone else? Stuck-in-Book touches on this subject in his occasional series, 50 Books You Must Read But May Not Have Heard About, though I have the feeling that on the whole most of his books were read by only a few, even when they were first published. So I’m not asking for an elitist find, just something that everyone else had been aware of except you.