book worm

I'm accidentally reading 4 books at the moment.
1. Matthew Flinders' Cat by Bryce Courtenay is a big hardcover, so I read that at home at night. It's about a homeless drunk who tells the story of life on board Australian explorer Flinders' ship through the eyes of his cat.
2.The second book is a smaller paperback, We of the Never Never by Mrs Aenus Gunn, that I read on the train going to work. It's a true story written by a woman who moved to the Australian outback with her husband in the early 1900s to run a property. I've just started it, but it's about the hardships of life, especially for women, in the outback, and her relationship with the local Aborigines. I find even the fact that she calls herself Mrs *husband's name* (her name is Jeannie) to be telling of the times.
3. I couldn't find that book last week, so I took another book to work - Too Soon Old, Too Late Smart: Thirty True Things You Need to Know Now, a kind of self-help book by psychiatrist Gordon Livingston. After reading the blurb I was really looking forward to this book, but alas, I'm disappointed! There's something strange about his train of thought - half way through a paragraph I'm suddenly reading something totally incongruous/unrelated to the previous sentence and I'm confused! When did he change the topic? Why did he change the topic?! So far it's not proving any benefit to me psychiatrically.
4. Lucky last, again this morning I couldn't find either of my train books, so I started yet another one - An Anzac's Story by Roy Kyle, a private in WWI.

If I found all 3 train books tomorrow, I'd probably take We of the Never Never because it's the one I've made the biggest dent into.