Nothing gets my literary juices flowing more than to learn that there's a new John Birmingham title on offer. Birmo is a national treasure, and his books, from bong-soaked tales of vague recollected memories, warts 'n all history tomes, all the way through to rip-snorter sci-fi action spectaculars, you'll find little better way to get between the covers than with a Birmo book. "A Girl in Time"? Never read it. But I bought it the minute it was released. I want to savour this little baby like I would a '98 Barossa Shiraz, or a mint Holden Brougham.