I just decided not to read another book, but it’s for a good reason! I think it’s a good reason, anyway. I read (and enjoyed) Gentlemen and Players by Joanne Harris about eight years ago, so I happily picked up another book by her last week. I started to read it last night, thought it sounded awfully familiar, and then realized it’s the sequel. It’s probably not exactly the same story as Gentlemen and Players (as John pointed out, it is called Different Class), but it’s set at the same school in the year right after that book ends, and the main character is the same and you know? I don’t want to. It’s another thriller with another mystery about some former student who has it in for the same teacher and while I’m sure it’s good – it’s probably good – I’m out. Back to the library this book will go. Instead, I will read one of the cheap paperbacks I have picked up since we got here so I can discard it before we move. I will be practical, and I will be done with Joanne Harris. Since this will be the second Joanne Harris book I have put down in a row (I gave up on The Gospel of Loki a year ago April), she gets no more chances from me. Except that I will almost certainly read Chocolat at some point. I love the movie. I’d like to read the book.