books: threat or menace?

Today I reached new depths of clumsiness even for me, and managed to injure myself at the library.

Okay, technically I was outside the library, happily walking back to my car with my loot, when my foot slipped on a piece of gravel and I fell hard. You know how normally you realize you're falling and you have a moment to try and catch yourself? Not this time. I was on the ground before I even knew I'd lost my balance. My knee is not pleased with me. My back isn't entirely thrilled either, nor my left elbow nor the palms of my hands, but my knee is distinctly perturbed. I don't think it's anything serious, as I can still walk, but since I'm on my feet all day at work, the next few days may be uncomfortable. *single tear of stoic suffering*

Anyway, since the actual purpose of the library visit was not to twist my knee but to acquire books, I thought I'd do an informal, not-Wednesday reading post.

( This week, I have been mostly reading the Phryne Fisher mystery novels )