Oh if all our problems were so easy

Why is it that every so often I run into the mother lode of books I want to read, which in itself is not bad. It is bad when I find them at the library, all at the same time. I find myself in that dilemma now. I ran into two new books by old favorite writer's that always write a book guaranteeing readability. Stuart Wood's has a new one out titled Unnatural Acts, and (here's a trick) a dead man has a new one out. Robert B. Parker deceased now about two years I think. The estate has hired a writer who seems to be able to grind out novels in the Parker mold, at least to my satisfaction. His latest is called Lullaby, a Spenser mystery, and pretty good. Oh well I love to fall into these problems now and then.