The Good News: Dorothy Dunnett’s Game of Kings was right up there, in second place.
The Bad News: Lewis Grassic Gibbon won. (OK, I’ve never read any myself, but I have Scottish friends who swear they were scarred for life by being forced to read Grassic Gribbon at school… so I’m on their side.)
And how precisely is Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone a ‘Scottish’ book? And where the hell is Iain Banks?