I've been dipping into my small stash of (second-hand...) books I've bought so it was time for a library trip. Oh, I never wrote about my visit to a second-hand book shop in Stockholm not long ago - they wanted more than 100 :- for old Ellery Queens. The audacity. No wonder they had so many. I found a rather worn Ngaio Marsh novel the title of which I forget at the moment and they charged me 20:- for that.
But today I got:
Paretsky: Ghost Country - I was so pleased with Bleeding Kansas that I wanted to give another stand-alone a try
Ishiguro: Never Let Me Go - because why not, never read him
Proulx: Postcards - want more of her, more more
Hamilton, Jane: A Map of the World - on a whim, fell for the blurb
Le Guin: The Eye of the Heron - because I remain faithful and this might be good.
So I'll be alright for a while.