The Mountains of Instead

Championing fiction as an escape from pandemics, politics and bad TV.

Gon Out, Bizy, Back Son.

For the last few months I've had whooping cough.  Whooping sounds like it should be fun, but it turns out it's rather crap.  Anyway. I've not finished a book in nearly three months due to tiredness and lack of concentration.  This is TERRIBLE.  Obviously, this means a distinct lack of …
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