While all major publishers are constructing digital warehouses along the lines of our BookStore project there's still demand for physical books and they too need secure and efficient housing. This photo of our new warehouse in Mexico City gives some idea of the scale of our business there. The books will be moved in from several warehouses belonging to Macmillan de Mexico and Castillo in order to consolidate, improve productivity and enhance service levels to the schools, the Government, distributors and booksellers throughout Mexico and elsewhere in Latin America.

Elsewhere in the world one of our sales people was surprised to see this sign in the usually respectable Germany. Apologies for any offence caused but it deserves to be shared.

And, on this pictorial Saturday, another landmark building on my way to work, the British Museum, and here is a picture of the wonderful new Reading Room furnished with books purchased from publishers at terms negotiated by Paul Hamlyn. He was a tough negotiator but he believed in paying for 'content'.

Incidentally, in deference to Clive Keeble's comments yesterday, I think I've avoided a direct link to the site on which I found this image. You learn something every day in this blogging business.

Here's a quote from a review in today's Times of the too young, too pretty, too successful Nell Freudenberger's first novel The Dissident published by Picador. She might be as described but she is clearly the real thing as a writer too.

To discover a young writer not disappearing into postmodern doodling or navel-gazing but training her formidable acuity on big themes – authenticity and copying, truth and lies, posterity and the present – is news indeed.

Freudenberger’s novel unfolds into that rare thing, a work of poetics itself, a meditation on the nature of representation in art. The fact that she does it with such wit and compassion, such generosity of mind and heart, is miraculous.