On day two of an almost complete lockdown, with nothing to do and nowhere to go apart from my NHS job, I’m feeling a need to write about literary escapism. My local library shut down indefinitely last Saturday, and although I’ve managed to get a stash of books that’ll last me a few weeks, I’m already missing my trips to pick up new ones. It’s all temporary, of course, and all for a good cause, but I’m probably not the only one for whom life feels rather odd and claustrophobic at the moment.
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It’s summer, time for light reading, and I’ve been chewing my way through Sara Paretsky’s crime fiction at a steady… Read more Ten Reasons Why You Should Read Sara Paretsky’s V.I. Warshawski books