April Books

By now, you’re probably wondering if I was kidnapped by a band of evildoers, but I assure you, I am still safe and sound at home. It is quiet here, and no one has caused me any untoward problems. (Except for the person who picked a bunch of my tulips from the side of my house – I am going to find you and kick your ass, you tulip-stealing imbicile!)

Where was I? Oh, right…

So April was long – or at least it felt very long. But it’s over now, bringing with it May which will be…. longer, if at all possible, than April. Then June and July, which are looking gnarly, and August isn’t looking much better. This brings us to September. Can it be September already? Please? Pretty please?

Oh well…

Anyways! So, mostly I’ve been playing in my gardens – that’s right! “Garden” with a plural! – and knitting this or that, and working on a presentation for a conference. But! I also did get to read a bunch of books this month, and they were all pretty good.

~ Meg Cabot, Queen of Babel (5)
Make a liar of me, why don’t you. Okay, this one was just okay, but it was strongly reminicent of a stinker I read earlier this year, Sophie Kinsella’s Can You Keep a Secret?

~ Anthony Bourdain, Nasty Bits (8.5)
An excellent collection of essays and articles. Don’t read while hungry, or you may get really jealous.

~ Terry Pratchett, Wintersmith (8.5)
The third book in the Tiffany Aching series, which is a Discworld spin-off. Meant for kids, but still pretty hilarious.

~ Lolly Winston, Good Grief (6.5)
I couldn’t really relate to the grief of the main character, but I can imagine how that much sorrow would cause such distress.