Rich pickings

Ah, Saturday - even though it is very much like my Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday and Friday there is one important difference: the presence of Hodmandod Senior. This means I take even longer to get down to doing anything constructive due to some deeply entrenched behaviour brought about by long-term social conditioning...and also laziness (i.e. sitting around drinking tea and talking).

So, this afternoon, having duly arrived at my desk, I now need to chose what to read next (after I finish my editing): should I feed my obsession with silkworms with this library book;


or delve into this book I've been dying to read for a couple of weeks now sent to me courtesy of Book Munch;



or continue this one I started last night and is proving just as fascinating as I thought it would be (because, for one thing, it contains lots of references to Leo Szilard);


or maybe start climbing a stairway to hell;


or then there's this...


Which arrived this morning, and is a 'French erotic bestseller, published for the first time in English'.

There is one word in that sentence that I find off-putting: 'bestseller', but since Serpent's Tail have published it I am hoping it has a certain je ne sais quoi.

Ah, decisions, decisions...