THANKS to my stomach self-destructing the other night (which I am totes blaming on my rare Hooters burger) I ended up finishing Junot Díaz’s The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao (it’s a masterpiece — read it, no, better still buy it then read it) at 2am and then, as I was wide awake, managed to read Moonraker all the way through in one sitting. Although as far as the toilet was concerned it was several sittings.

I haven’t read a James Bond novel in probably 20 years and I’d forgotten how utterly unlike the movies they are. Instead of an introduction with space shuttles and […]