Mr Cornwell – just finished Sharpes Fury! ………what can I say?! See, here’s the thing…….there I am, sick, with a “flu for the ages”, sweating, leaching a bouquet of different nasty fluids, wanting to go to bed, wanting to retire to the warm womb-like bliss of the crysalid that will by my bed…. – but nah, the last 100 pages of Sharpe’s fury happen to me!!! Needless to say, there I am 2 hours later unable to put the book down until its very end (historical notes and all). Word of advice. Start writing books about the rehab exploits of Lindsay Lohan! Write about your nails growing on a holiday to Greece. Write about an ingrown hair at the base of your neck! Write about the time that a teller at your bank hassled you because you tried to inadvertently pass a Canadian penny for an American Penny. This would be the literary Zoloft I need to make sure I finally get a good nights sleep and a)recover from this bleeding flu, and b) make sure I don’t have to super glue my eye lids to my brow to give my co workers the illusion that I am; fresh, clear, alert and ready to be a valued member of “the team”. My addiction to the character of Sharpe is making me feel as though I should order my next book on a website that has a name that you would logically want to erase from your browser history so that your wife doesnt see it. That the next ordered saga would arrive at your doorstep discreetly wrapped in brown paper with only a return address listed in the upper left corner. Thank your for the fix, and hopefully many more fixes to come. Your Devoted John. Jason Chagnon