I decided tonight on the way home I wanted to read a new book: a book completely off my radar, one I hadn't planned on reading, something I'm not familiar with, although, of course, something I already owned. So, I went into the room, didn't put the light on, and went to a random shelf, and ran my fingers across the spines. I stopped, pulled the book out, walked out with it and read the title under the light of the stairs. I don't do this often, but I should. I love random reading. And the title? The Nun, by Denis Diderot. Fate quite clearly wants me to stick with Gothic!
I began reading it in the bath, but didn't get too far through: I was covered in mud, for a start, and decided that the bath should be used for it's intended purpose, not lolling around in it reading and drinking ginger beer, but of the eight pages I've read, I am enjoying it very much.
I do love this method of selection! So this is what I shall be reading tonight, and I'm quite excited, especially as this will be my first read of 18th Century French Literature!