Books. Always a weakness.

Books on my bedside table at the moment:

Coraline by Neil Gaiman - a creepy little story, as befits the author, about a child (the eponymous Coraline) who finds herself hunting for her parents in a world where the people all have big shiny black buttons for eyes. And there's a cat the characterisation of which clearly demonstrates the man knows cats, since the cat works on the basis that it doesn't need to have a name because it knows who it is and people only have names because they don't.

Year of the Griffin by Diana Wynne Jones - loved the previous book (Dark Lord of Derkholm, all about a world full of magic where tourists who wreck everything come on visits), so I was really happy when I picked this up on Ebay. Which is a bad bad place I should never go because I end up buying stuff.

Devil's Bargain by Rachel Caine - well, I have to read something while I'm waiting for Windfall to come out... ;)

The Merlin Conspiracy by Diana Wynne Jones - yes, I am a DMJ fan and am not ashamed to admit it. I think the only book of hers that I've read and didn't like, in fact didn't even make it all the way through, was A Tale of Time City. Other than that I think she rocks.

And I just read Silverfin by Charlie Higson, but I think that'll be going onto Ebay soon since while I thought it was good, I can't see me re-reading it. I have the first Jonathan Stroud book on order because I'm a sucker for cheap paperbacks of stuff I want to read (and I admit that I'm just as weak when it comes to Amazon as I am Ebay) but most of the stuff I want to read is not out yet, damnit: Windfall, the final book of the Tamir Triad (The Oracle's Queen), which probably won't be worth the seemingly interminable wait and The Charnel Prince by Gregory Keyes.