by Graham Joyce, neither nearly as good as the one I blogged about below. The first was The Stormwatcher (a book whose spine annoyingly gives the title incorrectly, so that I at first looked for "The Stormwatch" and didn't find it); even more annoyingly, I really had read this one before, or rather had it from the library and read the beginning and ending but skipped the middle b/c of it not really being my kind of book. This time I read it properly through, there are things to like but it's slight. And then I read Indigo, which was the one other one I'd got from the library; but it wasn't my kind of thing at all, too mystical. I must get all his other books, though, I am sure at least a couple of them are as good as The Tooth Fairy.
The good thing is that I've now had a really substantial dose of excessive novel-reading and can go back to work tomorrow with the light reading impulse temporarily sated; it is good to have a holiday occasionally. . . .