Every time I do it, I promise myself, afterwards, that I won’t do it again. I won’t go into the bookshop with the Other half. I won’t look at the fiction section while they’re looking at business books.
I won’t, I tell myself.
But then. I wander in and see all the bright shiny covers, and I’m seduced all over again. Just like I was on Saturday. I absentmindedly (yeah, right, if you believe that you’ll believe anything!) picked up a brightly coloured book. And I mean, colourful—see, I was seduced—and flicked through to page one, and began reading. By page 32 I realized my Other Half was stood right next to me with that look on their face. You know the one. It says, ‘You poor thing, you did it again!’
And they were right. I was hooked.
With a slight sigh and a subtle nod of their head, we went to the till and I bought my bright, shiny, colourful book.
THE CUBAN AFFAIR by Nelson DeMille—go on, check it out. I dare you to ignore the cover.
Sorry, Andrew Taylor, but The Fire Court will have to wait till later. Mac and I have a date.