I wasn't in the mood to read anything on the top of my in-pile last night, so went prowling the bookshelves for something really good that I hadn't read for a while. I knew I'd found it when just the very first sentence put me in a better mood:
The whale, the traitor; the note she left me and the run-in with the Post police; and how I felt about her and what she turned out to be—all this you know.
—Raphael Carter, The Fortunate Fall
How I wish Carter would write more fiction.
