I went a bit overboard at the library on Tuesday. I borrowed (this is all cut and paste from the library's online record of my transactions, hence the lack of capitalization):
Lessing, Doris, The making of the representative for Planet 8
Brett, Simon, Death under the dryer
Brett, Simon, The witness at the wedding
Evanovich, Janet, Plum lovin'
Grafton, Sue, T is for trespass (and I'd just returned Q Is For Quarry)
O'Connell, Carol, Shark music
Queen, Ellery, A fine and private place
Winspear, Jacqueline, An incomplete revenge
And this was in addition to the books I already had at home:
Winterson, Jeanette, Gut symmetries
Le Guin, Ursula K., Always coming home
Le Guin, Ursula K., The telling
Le Guin, Ursula K., A fisherman of the inland sea
Le Guin, Ursula K., The birthday of the world and other stories
Reichs, Kathy, Bones to ashes
Of the ones I had at home I'd read all but Gut Symmetries, because I'd found it a bit hard to get into at first, but now the novel and I are getting along swimmingly as they say, whatever that really means. What if one doesn't swim very well? Most of it is a bit meh, if I'm too be honest (most of the list, not of Gut Symmetries. Winterson is never meh). But Winspear is not terribly good really, nor is Brett the most awesome of writers, but he's so light and entertaining I couldn't help myself. And Evanovich.... well, we all know. Doris Lessing did win a Nobel Prize, but I've read the book now and didn't care for it much, I have to say. More on that later. Nor is O'Connell that fabulous - a little OTT tbh, if I may chatspeak some - but it's entertaining.
Now, I'm off to bed again (today I overslept and missed the alarm (or else it didn't even ring), so my son was forgotten at pre-school. VERY embarrassing. I have to write an entry about all the Le Guins I've read - the pressure, the angst! So I need my sleep.