I haven’t really posted very much about books—which, you’re probably thinking, might have been the obvious topic of choice. The truth is, I barely find time to write my own books, let alone write about books by others. For a number of reasons, I have no plans ever to write a review (of any sort—book or otherwise), but I don’t mind sharing things that I like. Alan Cumming’s Not My Father’s Son, is a powerful book, beautifully written. However, I read it on my Kindle, when I really should have listened to the audiobook—read by him. So now I will make up for my error by listening to him read a novelized version of Macbeth. (I just love listening to him.)