Carla Carlisle applauds The Letters of Seamus Heaney and shares how she couldn’t wait until Christmas to devour the collection from the late Irish poet
Early in December, my husband asks me: ‘What would you like for Christmas?’
Every year, I say: ‘I have everything I want.’
And it’s true: every room, cupboard, surface in this house is covered in stuff. It’s like the house in the Somerville and Ross novel The Big House of Inver: ‘Under everything there…
