Greene, ed, Further Rivals of Sherlock Holmes: the Crooked Counties
-- I have an omnibus edition of all three Rivals books, but it's succumbed to the drying effects of time. Not only come loose from the cover but also split into two parts. Seems I never read vol 3 and now I have. Pleasant and undemanding but dear lord I can do without that smug oaf Arsene Lupin.
Hume, The Mystery of a Hansom Cab
-- which Greene thinks to be the best detective story ever written. Wouldn't go that far, but it's good enough. I note that everyone calls Hume an Australian writer even though he says distinctly and short-temperedly in his foreward that he's from New Zealand. No one listens to him, then or now. If the story's set in Australia the writer must be Australian.
Lewis, The Magician's Nephew
-- I'm sure the Suck Fairy has been at most of the Narnia books but this one is still bearable enough.
Cogman, The Burning Page
-- vol 3 being where I start losing track of What Happens When, so rereading to refresh the memory.
Yuasa trans, Basho, Narrow Road to the Deep North and Other Travel Sketches
-- I have several texts and translations of Oku no Hosomichi, and ought to get them read finally, before tackling that behemoth, Miner's Japanese Linked Poetry
More Library, probably. In the new year I may regain my ambition and tackle something meaty, but at the moment Dead Days weather (grey, dank, cold) has me in a constant state of Ow where I feel the need to coddle myself.