I push past chuggers on this cold December evening and end up walking into a bookshop in Central London, more to shelter myself from the cold than from the desire to add yet one more item to an already ridiculously tall TBR pile. I’m sanitising my hands when the idea hits me: this covid-19 madness has been going on long enough; soon a second pandemic will be unleashed into the world. A pandemic of covid-19 literature.
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