I read a lot of nonfiction, but from time to time I need something to set me free. A good fiction book is a wonderful thing. Fiction allows me to paint a totally unique picture in my mind uncluttered by fact and history. Freedom. Exploration and the pleasure of thinking about fabricated details. Peter May’s “The Blackhouse” is the first book of something called the “Lewis Trilogy,” as in the Isle of Lewis part of Scotland’s Outer Hebrides. A place I now know I must go.
Murder, family history, the environment and the twists of interwoven fate. What is not to like? Get it, read it.