A review by karencorday
How Late It Was, How Late by James Kelman

5.0

This book was perfect for me to read now. The narrator has just experienced a traumatic event and has to somehow slog through blindly (literally, in his case) and move the fuck on. I wanted to underline some turn of phrase on every other page and actually did copy a paragraph into my diary, something I hadn't done in at least a year.