I just left a book out in the rain and am feeling guilty, not least because it belongs to zandev (sorry!). Is there a special region of hell for people who drown books? Thankfully it's a hardback with a water-resistant cover and is still readable. It's a copy of Wireless, a collection of short stories by Charles Stross, which I started reading when mr_snips told me it contained a Wodehouse spoof involving sex robots in space. Which is true. However, he also warned me that the story was terrible, which is true too. Don't blame me if you read it anyway.