I took myself off to Taunton today, partly because I needed to stock up at Lush, and partly because it appears that even Salman Rushdie isn’t a big enough name for you to be able to buy his books here in Darkest Somerset. So now I have a copy of The Enchantress of Florence. I also have Richard Morgan’s Black Man, because it would be remiss of me not to read a Clarke winner; also Alan Campbell’s Iron Angel (the sequel to Scar Night) and Glenda Larke’s The Song of the Shiver Barrens (part 3 of the Mirage Makers trilogy). That should keep me busy for a while.