Some seasonal vegetables.
A1 is reading The Running Grave by Robert Galbraith which hit the shops today and was sold out in Waterstones by early afternoon. A2 bought the last copy in Smiths. A1 enjoyed this well-plotted and involving novel immensely, but has been struck by the distressing tendency of some reviewers — perhaps with LBGTQ/trans/fat-shaming axes to grind — to attribute opinions expressed by characters in RG’s books to their author. Who is, of course, JK Rowling. Other criticisms are perhaps more apposite: too long, too much phonetic transcription of speech. Though neither bothered A1 at all.
A2 is reading Black Thorn* by Sarah Hilary: death stalks a jerry-built new housing estate.
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