Never let it be said we are not wide and adventurous readers. One day Alice Through the Looking Glass, the next day Proust. We do have our individual preferences though, one of us being drawn towards mournful Scandinavian literature about loneliness and struggle, the other towards literary fiction in all its surprising forms. That is not to say we don’t also love funny books, silly books, books written in the voices of animals, books written in the voice of babies or dying men. If it’s well written we’ll read it and take what is on offer. After all we are writers of rather odd books and happy that readers are willing to take a chance on them. Continue reading Hyperthermophilic autotrophic iron reducers, anyone?