Last night I finished Grahan Greene's 'Our Man in Havana' which was hilarious for a spy novel because the vacuum cleaner salesman, needing money, agreed to become Her Majesties secret agent in pre-Castro Cuba, then proceded to hire non-existant sub-agents using real names to get them vetted, and then faked all his reports. The only problem is the enemy, believing him legit and having intercepted his reports, proceeded to act on them by killing off his agents namesakes. How all this gets turned around is great fun. Not your typical Graham Green or even John LeCarre spy story.
Tonight I will start the third of the five books of Lloyd Alexander's Prydain Chronicles, entitled 'The Castle of Llyr'.
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