Just starting Chaga, an Ian McDonald that I missed for some reason. I enjoyed the opening, felt like home.
Missus is chortling over Jean-Paul Sartre's Carnets de la Drôle de Guerre, about his experiences as a conscript in WW2. I'll have a go at that when she's done, I enjoy low comedy. Snippet: when French soldiers were stringing barbed wire across the bridge between Strasbourg and Kehl, German soldiers came out to natter with them, and even set up lights to help them.