Just finished reading The Limits of Enchantment by Graham Joyce, a book I grabbed off the shelf last Monday as I headed out the door to spend a couple of hours on public transport. I needed a book guaranteed to be engaging and Joyce is one of those rare creatures — an author who never disappoints. Not ever. Not once. No matter how uninterested I may be in his subject matter, he always manages to charm and win me over. This one even made me tear up in a couple of places.
