What if The Secret Diary of Adrian Mole had been written by an American in 1990s Ireland with a found family, a nervous taste for other guys, and a bad case of insomnia?

Tam is convinced he saw a nymph today. I saw her too, and nymph isn't that far off the mark as a comparison, but Tam's got it in his head that she's a nymph maybe in the folkloric sense as well. What is definite—what we can both agree on—is that neither of us has ever seen anyone like her before.

When Simon and his pal stumble across a young woman with a dark past, life at their Dublin bookshop changes forever. Devoted to his Irish crew—and grateful to them for helping him escape his own bleak background—Simon puts more focus on making their dreams come true than he does on overcoming the trauma he's still locked in, one that keeps him isolated in the middle of a growing crowd. He's getting to know himself better through his journal entries, though—the ones no one else is ever allowed to read.

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