Friday afternoon, @Koblenz train station going for yet another last minute trip (people still following me on these are probably just nuts). Anyway, have to fill up an hour thus, no brainer, I head to the nearest Lidl (a month of being stuck with overpriced groceries in Luxembourg makes it look like some sort of shopping haven). Still time left after the Lidl raid so following the everlasting books' scent, I end up in front of the English fictional section of the train's book store where Ian Rankin's latest bestseller is featuring itself: - This writer rings a bell (probably in my Goodreads to-read list) and there is also the looming risk of being stuck with the finnegans wake for the foreseeable future, I quickly convince myself to buy it. The Lidl groceries saw to it that I would have a decent dinner for the next couple of evenings, the book served its purpose for a few more of those. Would I eat every evening from Lidl though? By no means. Why? Let me give y