The one downside to going to Jordan is that I can’t seem to find a whole lot of literature set there (at least not in English). Basically, there seem to be two 1950s murder mysteries, and that fake memoir about an honour killing that never happened.
Looking to learn a little something about my future new home, I read the book by the King (!) of Jordan, Abdullah. It was interesting, and gave some insight into Jordan’s role in the region over the past 100 years or so. But he disappointingly did not talk about Jordanian food, so I can’t in good conscience give it more than 3/5 stars.
Obviously, we’ll be watching Lawrence of Arabia soon.