I went to the library yesterday, inspired by my recently discovered librarian blogs perhaps (although more probably because I had time to kill before pilates class) and picked a few random things out. I have a list of books to check out in my phone notebook but they tend to be things the library doesn't have. Sulk.
So I got Agatha Christie's Death comes as the end, Janet Evanovich's Plum spooky, Donna Leon's The death of faith (on recommendation from my sister, I've been avoiding Leon so this had better be good!) and finally a book by Charles Osborne called Black coffee, of which I have no memory now at all. I think it was crime fiction. Something on the cover made me take it.
[ETA June 10th: Ha, serves me right for just logging on to my library account and reading what that said. Black Coffee is an Agatha Christie play that has been adapted as a novel by said Osborne. THAT explains why I borrowed it.]
The first two of course could be as awful as anything. I'm actually reading the Christie and can attest to it being pretty dire. But I'll get back to you on that.