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Originally published at a denizen's entertainment. You can comment here or there.
Well, well. The order I put in last week for the Fantasy Masterworks edition of The Worm Ouroboros by E. R. Eddison bounced back at me, seems they didn't have it in stock after all. So I got a copy off Gutenberg instead because I didn't feel like hunting down another copy, if there is another copy being offered somewhere. Perhaps someday I will get all completionist and search again, or something else might happen.
Meanwhile I finished reading The Dark Room by Minette Walters (postponed this for many years because somehow I got it into me that it was a horror novel, which it isn't even slightly; rather enjoyed actually) and started on Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell. Only 64 pages in so far and it is reading a bit as if the only magician in England were Bernard Black. "Who are all these people? What do they want with me? But why do they have to come to me? I know I invited them! Go away!" So far my one complaint is that I get distracted wondering if each new character will turn out to be the first appearance of Jonathan Strange, which is not really a complaint as such.
