I've been listening to my smoke detector beeping for a week here in my study. I'm too lazy to go search for a battery. It's like listening to be baby chick crying for help. Eventually I'll give in and fix it. I read a whole mystery yesterday, it was so gripping. It's this writer Erin Kelly, and she's psycological, and dead on as well as passionate about class and disadvantaged people. You feel there is a purpose to all this drama, and it awakens questions about what the reader would do or maybe even has done, or almost done. The reader does not get away with being outside looking in. This one, "The Burning Air" manages to make us sympathetic to the "good" guys and "bad" guys, in fact, by the end, you can't much tell the difference.
We're off to have brunch to celebrate our daughter-in-law's birthday a bit belatedly. We haven't seen them in a while so that will be nice.
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