I haven't had a chance to fill in a post today in the way I'd like to. I've been visiting my favourite bookshop haunts in London, all of which I've dearly missed and sometimes even dreamt about furiously.
There's a stack of small books - 4 slim thrillers, an obscure Polish classic, a booklet of American poems and a collection of 7 short Japanese tales, also a classic by Junichiro Tanizaki, miraculously stashed in my handbag just now.