Something Else I Don't Understand.

Why does somebody from Slovenia keep on reading my story The Seeing of Sheona McCormack over and over again? Why would this rather angst-ridden little tale of confusion and unrequited passion be of so much interest to a Slovene?

OK, I realise that it might not be the same person who keeps reading it, but Slovenia isn’t exactly in the list of the world’s top ten most populated countries, is it? Nobody from anywhere else is reading it.

Just another one of life’s little mysteries, I suppose.