My best novel of the year was Piers Paul Read's The Misogynist. The hero is a rather horrible old lawyer ruminating about all the sins he has committed in a long and largely unsuccessful life, both private and public. It all ends happily thanks to a miracle, which is what I hope will happen to me. Best biography is Hugh Trevor-Roper by Adam Sisman. It is also about another pretty horrible old man, this time an historian who never wrote a great work, but spent much of his life recounting and causing gossip, another tale very much up my street. Both books are unputdownable.