And although I've theoretically banned myself from buying new books until the Great To-Read Pile has been sufficiently shrunk, there is one major exception: signed books. Hence, a little while back, getting the William Shakespeare's Star Wars books signed at Forbidden Planet in London (in fairness, they were never going to be added to the to-read pile anyway), and also ordering the new Clive Cussler Dirk Pitt novel from The Poisoned Pen, an American bookshop for which he regularly does signing sessions (because, let's face it, I'm not aware of him doing signings over here in the UK).
And tomorrow, Ms. McNamara is doing a signing at a pub in Cambridgeshire. So, erm, yeah...will be going. Will be getting as many of her books signed as is humanly possible (although if there are massive queues I will restrict myself to one or two at most). Fortunately, despite initial misgivings when I heard about the location of the signing (given my memories of going to get Neil Gaiman to scribble on The Ocean at the End of the Lane in Ely a couple of years back, which involved a lengthy drive there and back), it's not a desperately long drive, and it'll be nice to get out of the house for a bit. Hopefully the weather will be pleasant - today was a bit grim and grey and rainy. Whatever else happens, I'm hoping to be happy.
And then I'll hopefully get home and finish reading K9 Stole my Trousers, because otherwise I haven't really earned the right to get the new book... *ahem*
Quick recommendation - Breakfast at Darcy's and From Notting Hill to New York...actually are particularly good reads, in my opinion. Go. Treat yourself.