One day towards the end of last week I got really fed up with sitting in front of the computer, and decided to take a walk in my lunch break. I am notorious for bottling out of exercise and so thought having a purpose to the walk would make me stick to the plan, so I aimed for the London Review Bookshop near the British Museum, where I thought I’d just pick up the most recent copy of the magazine. Well it didn’t quite work out like that, and I had to confess to the Book God the following purchases:

Victorian Sensation by Michael Diamond

The Sea Lady by Margaret Drabble

Angelica by Arthur Phillips

None of these were on my wish list so I had no excuses except that they seemed really, really interesting. And at least I did remember to get the LRB as well.