I have a pile of new fiction on my bedside table, but non-fiction is still winning:
The first two were a very entertaining visits to the watery world, which I mostly love from solid ground given my susceptibility to seasickness. The last one was hard to put down, although part of it was that embarrassing attraction to the scene of a disaster. And even Gillian Tett doesn't do what I think such articles and books should have done from the beginning: borrow Alice, Bob, Carol, Dave, and Eve from cryptography to draw protocol diagrams for CDOs, CDSs, ABSs, and all that insanity of unstable transactions.
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