The thing about the laundromat

is that I feel it justifies light reading, I couldn't quite face the no-doubt-exemplary-and-admirable Ronald Paulson life of Henry Fielding (I will read it tomorrow, I expect) and so I brought one of the other books I got at the library this afternoon instead. And it was fabulously good, a sad and moving and painfully well-written novel called Touching Earth Lightly by Margo Lanagan. Sort of young-adult, sort of not: in a good way. I have seen her recommended by (I think) Justine and Gwenda for some months now, made a mental note to get hold of her stuff but only now acted on it. I must get more as soon as possible...