Never tell your mother that you're enjoying a book... ;) I let slip a while back that I'd really liked Temeraire, by Naomi Novik, and my mother decided that she would get me some others in the series for my birthday. Not that it's not appreciated, exactly - it's just that this is my mother, and therefore things can rarely be expected to go to plan. In her defence she did ask for titles, and even for a blow by blow account of how to find the dratted things in Ottakars. Or Waterstones, as we're supposed to pretend that it's called nowadays. It did all mean, though, that I couldn't go straight on reading the series, as I'd hoped; I had to wait for my birthday. And then of course my mother forgot the titles, but I suspect vaguely remembered something involving dragons, and wound up asking a shop assistant for help. The long and the short being that she bought me books three and four, which is appreciated. Obviously. But of course it meant I had to wait even longer so that I could get hold of book two myself. These things are sent to try us. ;)
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