Good book until the last ridiculous 100 pages. A story told from the perspective of the father, a son, and a girl the father met in Greece the summer after his wife died. Scottish family, proper and all that. The son a “poofter”, and his complicated relationship with Mal. Setting up a bookshop in NYC based on birding.
Ridiculously awful last 100 pages. Stupid and inane. Makes me nearly physically ill that it won the National Book Award.