That’s what I got a bucketload of for Christmas.
And only one that I had already read. The husband is a good book picker outer, he is.
Christmas Day is, honestly, one of my least favorite of the year. I always feel like I’m trapped, with nothing to do. It’s purely a reaction to nothing being open, but knowing that I’m a spaz does nothing to prevent me from showing that I’m a spaz.
The only book I received was Ian Rankin’s “The Last Exit”, in sturdy hard-cover format. I haven’t finished it, but it’s good so far.
You might enjoy Rankin if you almost enjoy Raymond Chandler but prefer a less overblown prose style.