Today was a pretty typical Friday, if you discount the part where I moved everything but my computer from one cubicle to another on the other side of the office. I officially start in the new work space on Monday, with lots to keep me occupied.
On the train home, I finished reading Georges Simenon’s The President, which I really liked quite a lot. It’s the third of the books in the Neversink Library (a gift from Heather) that I’ve read, and the second by Simenon. When I was done, I thought: well, I may just have to read more by him. Turns out, he’s one of the twentieth century’s most prolific writers, having written some 200 novels.
So, you know, there should be plenty more to choose from. Maybe one of the Maigret mysteries.
But first, I think, I’m going to re-read Watership Down, as part of my “re-read some books this year” project.
That was Friday.
That’s interesting. I didn’t know he had written anything other than Maigret mysteries.