In which we remember that we like books.
Finished The Bookman’s Wake by John Dunning last week. Lovely combination of whodunnit and book-about-books. The «detective», Cliff Janeway, is a retired cop who runs a second-hand bookstore, so anyone who’s into bookdealing (or buying) should love it. Of course, the crime is book related. It’s only the second in a series (the first is Booked to Die and is highly recommended, too), and though it’s from 1995 there do not seem to be any more. Grumble, grumble. Why do all (ok, maybe not all, but a helluva lot of) my favourite authors decide to stop writing the moment I start really liking their work?
Also finished The Unpleasantness at the Bellona Club. Almost done with the Wimsey books, now. Well, «done» is not the right word, I suppose – I plan to reread them all shortly.
Originally posted here.