I know how blasted heavy books can be to lug around. So I tried hard not to buy, but Anissa insisted we hit the used bookstores in Charing Cross. She knows my weaknesses too well.First quick round found a Simenon quartet, and one Farrell volume I had been seeking. The second a few days later rounded up more brain candy- Michael Jecks, Peter Tremayne and the other two parts of the Farrell trio. Anissa wheedled the latest Russell/Holmes books. Yum. Actually the venerable Blackwells bookstore was a bit disappointing in its selection, but then I was trying to be very focused on some older hard to find whodunnits. Not enough time or luggage space to do it all.
Oh what did I read there? Robert's Necromancer got finished in Paris even though neither Anissa nor I are completely sure why it ended the way it did.
I read Simenon's Little Saint- "one of his favorites"??? I should know better- I have not really liked any of his works that do not feature Maigret. I wanted to read it to get a snapshot of Paris. Unfortunately his work is not anchored in a time period so it is hard to visualize.
For brain candy I read Jecks's Belladonna at Belstone. A fine distraction. That is what traveling and books are all about, aren't they?
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