Jonathan Self’s chance encounter with a book shifts the way he sees his belongings… but how long will his urge to declutter last?
You can’t judge a book by its title. I have no idea how Possessed by Bruce Hood made its way onto my bedside table, but there it has been lurking, unread, for the past couple of years. I assumed it was either a passionate romance (bleurgh) or about demons (zzz) and was surprised, when I finally opened the thing, to discover that it was…
