What the Dickens?

I wanted to read Bleak House as Mr Smith and I were debating the plot. I know she is married to some boring old bloke, but then she's a bit boring; Rufus Sewell comes to dinner and of course it all goes belly up - no, hang on a minute, that was Middlemarch. Anyway, I thought I'd take it out of the library. No chance. They have shelves and shelves of trash (some of which was prominently displayed gay trash) and one teeny little stand of "classics" on which there was one copy of Martin Chuzzlewit and a very tatty Oliver Twist. They sent me to Putney Library. It was closed. I knew that nasty librarian hated me - it's now mutual. I went to Waterstones instead and somehow bought an e-reader. This is a handy little library in your pocket - quite large pocket. I wonder if it contains Bleak House? Oh well, I will try it out but with no boys here I will no doubt end up in techno hell unable to make it work.

I am now looking forward to my trip to Canada because, if it's really boring, I can always read my e-books. I wonder if this is how books will be sold from now on? It would save us all those billions of trashy paperbacks that pile up on our landing. But there again it eliminates the possibility of having bookshelves that make Mr Smith look marvelously well read.