I was totally eyeing up Rivers of London, in Forbidden Planet on Saturday, before regretfully deciding that the fiscally responsible thing to do would be to not invest in yet another book to add to the perpetual pile of to be read (that is actually now three smaller piles, because things were getting ridiculously like a leaning tower). Which, all that means--in the grand scheme of things--is that I'll buy it when my next paycheque cashes \o/