Not quite so catchy as girls, girls, girls perhaps but I have so many books to read here that I might have to stop buying them - at least for the rest of the week.

I found a curio called to major tom this week. Written by Dave Thompson, it's simply a collection (a very large collection) of all the letters he has ever written to David Bowie since he was 12 years old - even though Bowie never once wrote back. Brilliantly simple in its premise, it had me hooked in the store... which was why it had to come home with me.

I also picked up Company of Liars by Karen Maitland - I kept seeing this in every single store I have been in for about three weeks now. I figured it was trying to tell me to read it come what may, so that ended up in the basket as well. Then, on my way to the counter, Eleanor proffered me a copy of Andrew Martin's The Last Train to Scarborough - A Jim Stringer Steam Detective mystery. In for a penny I guess, so that made the grade too.

With Christmas just around the corner, things can only get worse - especially when I have so much to write. It will all end in tears.