Ummm. A book bought at the airport, I think. (The one at the American Air terminal at LAX is really not bad, I have to admit.)
A potboiler (by Michael Gruber) about a missing Shakespearean manuscript. One of the most relentlessly overwritten mysteries I’ve ever slogged through. In other words, it manages not to deliver on either the high road or the low road.
So I’ll get to Scotland afore ye…
The Book of Air and Shadows by Michael Gruber
Far From Brooklyn 
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