Airport reading

I spent three hours at the airport waiting for a delayed flight, and having brought only one book with me I spent most of it in the airport bookshop. Selecting books under these conditions is difficult as, after all, if I really want to read the book I might as well buy it, so I often end up reading nonfiction that I can put down and walk away from without too much concern. Those worried about my reading morals should consider how many other books I buy on a monthly basis (or, given my recent two trips to the local sf/f bookstore's annual stocktake sale, weekly).

( Only in New York, Caroline Overington. )

( Walking Ollie, Stephen Foster. )

Books about books about books

The first one of those should probably be singular, but I struggle with entry titles enough as it is. This was a lot of fun.

( Walter Moers, The City of Dreaming Books. )

Finding the good in others

(as might be apparent, I'm catching up on a backlog. I also have scattered notes on various anime and manga that are currently awaiting some general organising principle that does not solely involve me going on about Full Metal Alchemist)

( Graves Gate, Dennis Burges. )

( The Necessary Beggar, Susan Palwick. )