As one who reads a greater than average number of books, I naturally find myself enjoying some more than others. And indeed, with regularity one is found to be more worthy of note than others I may have recently read. But the moments of greatest joy are had when I find myself halfway through a book and out of sheer reading-induced ecstasy demanding of myself “How, for Gaia’s sake, could I have not long since already known of – and more to the point been reading – this author’s books?”