I’ve been defeated by an island nation of 55,000 people.
I’ve tried, tried, and tried again to find a book about the Cayman Islands that I actually wanted to read, but it’s time to call the game. It’s not happening. Not sure if it’s the head-space I’m in, or that everything I came across was either a bulked-up tourist brochure, an exhaustive 700-page history written by a retired expat banker, or oddly too personal and/or political.
I bow to you, little off-shore banking haven. You actually made me not-interested in reading. Not sure that’s ever happened before. I will attempt to honor your unique spirit when I get cooking; I’m sure we can mend our relationship over a nice meal!