Stumbled into a used bookshop today, and stumbled out after with an arm-full. Some controversial: Birthday by Alan Sillitoe, the sequel to my beloved Saturday Night and Sunday Morning. Forty-years on, it is could be one thing or another. I also picked up Prodigal Summer by Barbara Kingsolver, for I've hardly read her at all. And then I got The Orange Fish and Dressing Up for Carnival by Carol Shields, and though I'll read one shortly, I'll not read the other for years and years, for these are the last two I have left to read, and I don't want to live in a world without more Carol Shields to discover.
Now reading Girl Meets Boy by Ali Smith. Just finished Deborah Eisenberg's majestic Twilight of the Superheroes.