Just a bit of silliness, really, (the verse that is, not reading itself without which…).
Points will be awarded for anyone who can recognise the books from the (sometimes slightly obscure) precis. There are ten points up for grabs…but no prizes other than self-satisfaction!
I lost myself Between the sheets Lived each page and Every beat, I was the lover on the moor The killer on the shore, Sat in a garret wracked with shame Keeping secrets on a train, A man on trial without a charge The girl both small and large, The man with shadow never seen A woman turning green, My stories told in Tarot cards Where dreams collide and play, I lost myself Between the sheets, And found myself Within the words. Answers (for those interested) on Monday.