Steve loaned me his copy of "Clair de Lune" by Pierre LaMure, because he's nice like that. It's a novel about the life of Claude Debussy.
I'm just a couple of chapters in and, here's the problem, I love it. And this is a problem because in two days I am getting on an airplane (that will be a business class seat and complimentry cocktails, thank you very much) and flying for many hours and then getting on another, smaller plane and flying for a few minutes and then eventually arriving at a sandy beach.
I'm all hooked on a hard cover, first edition, out-of-print, pristine book that does not belong to me and is decidedly not beach friendly. Damn you Steve, not so nice afterall.