In the meantime, while I was snowboarding, I read:
- The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, and
- Sandman: Doll's House
Both of which I liked, but I liked Sandman best. It's the first Sandman I've read, and I'm thinking it won't be the last (even if it's very difficult to get Tori Amos out of your head after reading it1...)
I also tried to read Peter James's Looking Good Dead, but I realised quite quickly that the reason the book was so fat was because the man uses lots of long, pointless adjectives to slowly, painfully draw out his turgid, stilted paragraphs, and that I might just have to bloodily, agonisingly strangle myself with the cord of the plastic, orange life vest from under my cramped, tatty seat rather than reading his boring, clichéd prose to the bitter, obvious end.
So. Think I might give that one to a needy, grateful charity. Ho hum.
1Hums: Me and Neil'll be hanging out with the Dream King...