Crime can go, also those hyped as ‘hilarious’ but aren’t. The unfathomable can go, ditto the predictable. In fact, it’s goodbye to many novels that I’ve hung onto for years. Billy Bookcase is beginning to look quite empty.
I’ve got to make room for walking the fells with James Rebanks, to live Danishly with Helen Russell and to take more time out with Erling Kagge.
DO SOMETHING IN THE FRONT BEDROOM