Just tidying up my Kindle, and it struck me how my reading tastes have changed in a few short months.
Old pattern: go on holiday, gorge on masses of quirky murder mysteries. Get home. Slow down, almost stop. Make excuses. Feel guilty.
New pattern: read anything and everything, all the time, including more non-fiction, eg Machiavelli's The Prince, to political texts on the rise and fall of the radical left in Scotland. Mixed in with quirky murder mysteries, of course. Favourite so far? Morgue Drawer Four - an English translation of a German detective novel.
Not bad. Wonder what I'll be reading in the next few months?