

To tell the truth, I was expecting something a little different from this book. No particular reason, but from the title I had a hunch that An Independent Woman In Yugoslavia was going to be perhaps the travel memoir of a midlife divorcee ticking off a bucket list entry. And if I’m being even more truthful, I’m very glad that it wasn’t. Instead, what this book actually is is a memoir of a very normal life, if lived by an extraordinary woman. Iris is an achiever, no doubt, and an inc...
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