In the middle days of winter, I put two of incandescens' jewel-coloured quilts on the side room bed and lay on top of them to read. It was warmer than lying on top of the duvet, and the bright patches were immensely cheering. When the temperatures started to climb into the mid-20s I had to put them away: too hot, and I'd no wish to saturate them with my sweat. But it's cold again, however briefly, and I've put them back on the bed, however briefly, and rejoice in my warm cheerful cozy room again, however briefly.
And A/U Sherlock Holmes, while not at all outstanding so far, makes for light and pleasant reading. So I am content.