I went out last night to The Bookstore. Not for any particular reason, it was more like a calling. This happens sometimes and you don't actually know why you've ended up in the bookstore but somewhere in there, is a book you must read and your job is to find it. It can be a hard slog navigating your way through the piles of books they want you to buy, piled high and tempting you in with two for the price of one offers.

These are not the books you are looking for.

The search would never be so easy as that. Mind you, it would have been a lot easier if my ear had been to the ground for the release of this last October - how I missed it, I have no idea, but there it was: a single copy right in the corner, top shelf, spine facing inward so that nobody else would find it until I came to discover it... I only reached up to turn it around because things like that shouldn't happen in a bookstore.

I am easily pleased.

Anyway, I have even taken the rest of the week off work to give it my undivided attention because some books need such a thing. This should be one of them:

I might be gone some time.