It's always a little hard for me to decide what to read next; the options are infinite. Pawing through my over-abundant to-read pile, I considered Lamb by Christopher Moore; the latest Botswana book by Alexander McCall Smith; a couple of "serious" books considering whether Jesus went to India or Tibet during the missing years; and another China memoir, "Socialism is Great", by Lijia Zhang, a post-Cultural Revolution testimony and coming-of-age story.
I chose Blofeld. I blame it on the moon, which also happens to be the name of a terrific restaurant (named after a song) where I dined in Palm Springs just about exactly a year ago. I think there was a full moon then, too, though it might not have been Zhongqiu Jie.