I’m still reading William Least Heat Moon’s (I love his name) book. It is my ‘waiting room’ book at the moment. Between buses I read about the Hopi Indians. I’m going to find out more on the internet later. He talks about the Whore-houses of Ely, he overheard a conversation between two old men who are obviously past visiting such places, it’s really funny.
A couple of years ago some neighbours/neighbors of mine who used to live in New York cleared out their books and gave me a huge pile. I was delighted, there was an interesting selection of authors; Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Virginia Woolf, E.L. Doctorow, Fay Weldon, Kate Atkinson, Ayn Rand and so on. I have promised myself to read them all. Hopefully not always in waiting rooms.