So I'm going to read a paperback book. Deliberately, a novel unrelated to anything else I'm doing, bought for a cheaper-than-coffee £1.99 with the groceries recently. It will be either Ghost Girl, by Lesley Thomson, Midnight Come Again by Dana Stabenow, or The Magus of Hay by Phil Rickman. I've never come across any of these writers before. Three books on the bedside table. Perhaps I will move on to bigger, fatter, denser books, and one of the pleasures of the recent upheaval has been finding books from years back. You remember the experience of reading them, rather than just the characters and their situations. [You?]
I suppose this post is entirely nostalgia for a younger man's (and boy's) escapism. One very vivid meditation is to visit him, sometimes
Update. Went into The Falmouth Bookseller at lunchtime and bought The Radleys, Matt Haig, and The Watcher, Charlotte Link. Read The Humans by Matt Haig (good book) but haven't come across Charlotte Link before.