I seem to have hit a bit of a hiatus with dear old Cwmbran library. I'm not finding much in there and the books that I do try, just because I can, are not turning out to be quite my cup of tea. So, I picked up a Donald Westlake. I have seen his name and his books all over the place, shelf after groaning shelf of the things, and being a bit of a tit, I thought that anyone that popular and prolific cannot be any good, so I steered clear. But the other day I was desperate, and I took one home and I started reading and I fell in love, straight away. All I need now is quiet beach to sit on for few weeks with a big pile of his stuff and I will be a happy man. It will never happen.
But I Could Be Wrong
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