QUICKLY, FLIST

Okay, I have a 3 for 2 voucher for Borders and one of the 3 is going to be a present for a friend's 21st but the other two will be ALL MINE and I am feeling dangerously self-indulgent about it.

LIMITED TIME ONLY* OFFER: TELL ME A BOOK I SHOULD BUY!

Or else get vehemently yes/no about something on my current list of possibilities, which is as follows:

- Beyond Black (Hilary Mantel)
- Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close (Jonathan Safran Foer)
- The End Of Mr Y (Scarlett Thomas)
- The Little Friend (Donna Tartt)
- A book of short true stories about AIDS in Africa

*Due to me having a lecture in half an hour, and then being flat-out until this afternoon when I have to run into the city to buy said books.

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For the record, the two books I ended up buying were The End Of Mr Y by Scarlett Thomas and I, Lucifer by Glen Duncan <-- FINALLY. DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG IT HAS TAKEN ME TO FIND THIS BOOK? FUCKING FOREVER.

For no reason that I can fathom I am in the throes of a renewed enthusiasm for EPIC PIRATICAL LOVE STORIES, and am thus hugely impatient for the PotC:AWE DVD to be released. And pathetically rereading turn your sail in order to gain closure.

And now to bed, and then up earlyish tomorrow morning to fly to Melbourne for a weekend of shopping, eating out and attending (fanfare plz) THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA starring ANTHONY WARLOW. If you never hear from me again, I have most likely exploded from sheer joy and _leareth has scraped the pieces into a small jar.

SEE YOU ON SUNDAY EVENING. Don't blow anything up while I'm gone. (I have Jason Bourne on the brain; this seems a perfectly viable possibility.)