I have snagged a copy of Madame Proust, and now there is a Hobson's choice facing me. Do I drop everything and read about Proust's old mum, or do I continue my slow trek through Time Past? Of course, there is no law against reading multiple books at once--my nightstand looks like a lending library, so perhaps after Kerouac (almost done) I can dip into it. Something about a brand new book. One just can't wait to read a few pages.
NEIBA is over, and our New England Crime Writing Crew judged it to be a successful endeavor. All those books! Sigh.
What a delightful dilemna! Shouldn't they all be like this?