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  1. First Among Sequels
  2. Thursday Next Book 5
  3. Jasper Fforde
  4. ALSO BY JASPER FFORDE
  5. FirstAmongSequels
  6. Jasper Fforde
  7. Contents
  8. Author’s Note
  9. FirstAmongSequels
  10. Breakfast
  11. Mum and Polly and Mycroft
  12. Acme Carpets
  13. Jurisfiction
  14. Training Day
  15. The Great Library andCouncil of Genres
  16. A Probe Inside Pinocchio
  17. Julian Sparkle
  18. Core Containment
  19. The Well of Lost Plots
  20. The Refit
  21. Kids
  22. The ChronoGuard
  23. Home Again
  24. Cheese
  25. Breakfast Again
  26. Aornis Hades
  27. The Goliath Corporation
  28. The Austen Rover
  29. Holmes
  30. Next
  31. The Piano Problem
  32. Policy Directives
  33. The Paragon
  34. Thursday Next
  35. Bound to the Outland
  36. The Discreet Charmof the Outland
  37. Time Out of Joint
  38. Now Is the Winter
  39. Spending the Surplus
  40. The Austen Rover Roving
  41. Somewhere Else Entirely
  42. Rescue/Capture
  43. The Bees, the Bees
  44. Senator Jobsworth
  45. The Great Samuel Pepys Fiasco
  46. The End of Time
  47. A Woman NamedThursday Next
  48. My Thanks to:

I frowned as I thought of something, but Landen clapped his hands together and said, “Oh, yes! Did you hear that the British bobsled team has been disqualified for using the banned force ‘gravity’ to enhance performance?”

“No.”

“Apparently so. And it transpires that the illegal use of gravity to boost speed is endemic within most downhill winter sports.”

“I wondered why they managed to go so fast,” I replied thoughtfully.

Much later that night, when the lights were out, I was staring at the glow of the streetlamps on the ceiling and thinking about Thursday1–4 and what I’d do to her when I caught her. It wasn’t terribly pleasant.

“Land?” I whispered in the darkness.

“Yes?”

“That time we…made love today.”

“What about it?”

“I was just thinking—how did you rate it? Y’know, on a one-to-ten?”

“Truthfully?”

“Truthfully.”

“You won’t be pissed off at me?”

“Promise.”

There was a pause. I held my breath.

“We’ve had better. Much better. In fact, I thought you were pretty terrible.”

I hugged him. At least there was one piece of good news today.

The Discreet Charm
of the Outland

The real charm of the Outland was the richness of detail and the texture. In the BookWorld a pig is generally just pink and goes oink. Because of this, most fictional pigs are simply a uniform flesh color without any of the tough bristles and innumerable scabs and skin abrasions, shit and dirt that makes a pig a pig. And it’s not just pigs. A carrot is simply a rod of orange. Sometimes living in the BookWorld is like living in Legoland.

T he stupidity surplus had been beaten into second place by the news that the militant wing of the no-choice movement had been causing trouble in Manchester. Windows were broken, cars overturned, and there were at least a dozen arrests. With a nation driven by the concept of choice, a growing faction of citizens who thought life was simpler when options were limited had banded themselves together into what they called the “no-choicers” and demanded the choice to have no choice. Prime Minister Redmond van de Poste condemned the violence but explained that the choice of choice over “just better services” was something the previous administration had chosen and was thus itself a no-choice principle for the current administration. Alfredo Traficcone, MP, leader of the opposition Prevailing Wind Party, was quick to jump on the bandwagon, proclaiming that it was the inalienable right of all citizens to have the choice over whether they have choice or not. The no-choicers had suggested that there should be a referendum to settle the matter once and for all, something that the opposition “choice” faction had no option but to agree with. More sinisterly, the militant wing known only as NOPTION was keen to go further and demanded that there should be only one option on the ballot paper—the no-choice one.