From time to time I have mentioned that the decision on what to read next often comes from the current incumbent of the bedside table. It may be a person, a place, the author himself, or any other tenuous connection.
Like most rules it is there to be broken. There are times when a complete change of subject is needed. For instance fed up with tales of travelling without wellies to the source of the Limpopo, or whatever, I might have a compelling desire to dip into fantasy, travelling with dragons into the never never for instance. It happens.
Having recently stayed with South America, rivers and jungles, I opted for a change. Home territory beckoned. So I headed north and west, to the wonderful landscape of Assynt. I may tell more of that one shortly.
But having made an unconnected leap, imagine my astonishment to find two of the main characters, one on a barge on the Rio Magdalena and the other in a tent in the Assynt wilderness, both reading the same book. I had to Mulder over that one for a moment or two.
Happy to share a dram with anyone who can name the book being read by both characters. Ah, drams and Assynt, I’ve a good read to finish, more later.