This arrived earlier.
It's the new James Ellroy novel, Blood's A Rover, the third and final instalment of the trilogy that includes American Tabloid and The Cold Six Thousand.
It's taken Ellroy a long time to write this, I've been waiting for years for it. The release date in the U.K. is in November. I couldn't wait so I had it shipped from the U.S. as soon as it was released there.
This is just a quick post to explain why you won't be hearing from me or seeing me over the next few days - unless you are Briony or the cat, in which case I will look like this.
Or perhaps this.
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Cute penguin.
Nice floorboards.
Sarah, thanks, he's called Peregrine.
Jonathan, thanks, they have no name.
Do you also have a falcon called Emperor?
Sarah, no, but we do have an Emperor called Horatio.
I have decided to rate this at just three stars. Shoes on the sofa. I'll say no more.
I'll make it a four. It's only one shoe isn't it?
Yes, a Converse All-Star. Oh, the irony.
For someone who's supposed to have their head buried in a book, you don't seem to have spent too much time reading it so far. Unless you've finished it already?
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