I am really all over the place, still only half way through the
Noli and with
Under fire to be even picked up... and until mid February it looks quite messy (building works at home, which obviously take longer than expected etc etc). Yet I will venture with a nomination, Ted Hughes
Birthday Letters: these are the letters written "to"
Silvia Plath after her death. Is this desperately romantic, or cynical, or what? I do not know, but I always wanted to read them, though never managed to do this.