My Granny reads a lot. She goes through nearly a book a day, like some kind of elderly badkittyuno. Her taste is pretty decent. I introduced her to Liane Moriarty and in under two weeks she’d read everything she’d ever written. So when she enthusiastically recommended The Girl Who Came Home, I requested it from the library and bumped it to the top of my list. Not much gets to cut in my to-be-read line, but the woman is a months-away-from-70 pancreatic cancer survivor…frankly, who […]