Bealby, by H.G. Wells

Second paragraph of third chapter:

Amidst the ivy was a fuss of birds.

I am nearing the end of my H.G. Wells marathon and I can see why this book is not very well known. Bealby is a comic lad because he is working class and has ideas above his station, which is as a servant in a posh house. There are shenanigans involving the Lord Chancellor and a holiday caravan which I did not find very funny. At least it is short. Adam Roberts liked it more than I did.

Next up (and penultimate) in my Wells-a-thon: The Undying Fire.

Wednesday reading

You can read a lot on an 11-hour daytime intercontinental flight (also spent about six hours in slow-moving taxis last Thursday).

Current
Cutting for Stone, by Abraham Verghese
Paladin of Souls, by Lois McMaster Bujold
Ganny Knits a Spaceship, by David Gerrold

Last books finished
A Sorceress Comes to Call, by T. Kingfisher
The Practice, the Horizon and the Chain, by Sofia Samatar
We Called Them Giants, by Kieron Gillen et al
Speculative Whiteness: Science Fiction and the Alt-Right, by Jordan S. Carroll
A History of the Bible: The Book and Its Faiths, by John Barton
The Vegetarian, by Kang Han
Joan and Peter, by H.G. Wells
The Mysterious Island, by Jules Verne
Sheine Lende, by Darcie Little Badger
The Vetting, by Michael Cassutt
The Birds, and other stories, by Daphne du Maurier

Next books
Dead Man’s Hand, by Tony Lee et al
A Short History of Brexit, by Kevin O’Rourke
Nine Lives, by William Dalrymple