Tea in Tripoli
The book I purchased for $20 was Tea in Tripoli by Bernadette Nason, a memoir. I began reading it in the airport, and was happy our plane was delayed a bit so I didn’t have to put it away. I continued once we boarded. I’ve finished it today. In 1984, Nason was an immature 26-27 year-old, naïve, undisciplined, uncertain, and shy Brit living in Winchester, working in London. Wanting to reinvent a better version of herself, she decided on a job in a secretarial pool for a large oil company to see the world and grow up. The job was in Libya; it was 1984. The fact that she lived to tell about it is amazing in itself. The fact that she required years of therapy afterward, is not surprising. The book is captivating, and amazing because it’s true.
Nason is a talented writer, in that she didn’t try to be “original,” or cutsey. She just told the story in a polished, professional way, and with a lot of humor, not manufactured, but from herself; she has great wit. I loved this story, and recommend it to any reader who likes to learn from history, or who likes a good tale. Published by Brave Bear & Company, Austin, TX. You will enjoy this. Pour yourself a mug-a-tea, and settle in. You won’t give in until it’s done.