Of course, being in the library I had to pick up some more. It's not like we have a choice in the matter is it? I heard somewhere that there's no reading addicts anonymous because no-one wants to quit - and I can totally believe that's true. So I picked up a few more books. It was inevitable. They just sit there looking all shelved and promising... sorry, drifted off a bit there.
What did annoy me (gasp! annoyed in the library!)
The other thing was the way non-fiction is arranged - yes, I know, dewey decimal and all that jazz, but either it's no longer fit for purpose (gasp! squeak! (yes, I come with my own sound effects today for some reason)) or people need to think far more carefully about how they place books within it. I can't find anything because misery memoirs seem to be quite happy to sit alongside Victorian crime, and every so often on the shelves, amongst the books on the Tudors, there's something random like a book on Georgian England - it makes no sense. Also, I saw a book about the true story of two Victorian transvestites (Fanny and Stella) in the relationships section - call me crazy, but I'm not sure that's quite right.