On my way back to my quarters I thought of the letter
she had sent me. The strained and painstaking hand that I
had never seen the like of before. I had put it down to ill-
ness. Arthritis perhaps. Now I understood. From the very
first book and through her entire career, Miss Winter had
written her masterpieces with her left hand.
Noen bøker har en tendens til å stå uleste i hylla i over ti år, og The Thirteenth Tale av Diane Setterfield, var en av dem.
