My foster granddaughter and I went to see Madagascar 3 yesterday afternoon. The things we do for love! She enjoyed every minute. But she was too stuffed with popcorn to want dinner, so we dropped her off right after. I, however, ate dinner just the same. Oh, dear. At least it was healthy, but really, half a bag of popcorn is not in my meal plan. Today our friends will be back and I'm cooking fish and veggies and a big salad. I must be good, must be, must be.
I finished another book by this mystery writer Linwood Barclay, who is both hilarious and intricately plotted, and he gets me hooked every time. He sets his mysteries in the suburbs of upper New York state, and these are the most scary places imaginable, where crime reigns and nobody is who they say they are. He's so good with his doofus dad character, the cynical mom and the nightmare risk taking teenage children, that you keep recognizing the family and being endeared to them at the same time as you want to ring their necks for the dumb things they try. He's got the parents' worry over teenage stupidity down pat. For light summer reading, I don't think he can be beat.
At the same time I'm knee deep in mysteries, my husband is reading sci fi like there's no tomorrow, and he's been telling me the plots of the China Mieville books he's into right now. Sounds like the guy is brilliant, and his language is gorgeous and maybe, just maybe, I'll try one of them one of these days.
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