It’s been so cold lately – and by cold I mean “there’s a sheet of ICE across my swimming pool” – that those advertisements for weekend getaways to cancun mexico are looking awfully tempting. Of course, I still feel kind of, well, craptastic, and I can’t afford a trip right now, anyway, so instead I’ve been reading a lot.
Currently, I’m reading:
Decaffeinated Corpse, by Cleo Coyle
Whom God Would Destroy, by Commander Pants
I tend to have more than one book going at once, and I promised the Commander I’d read this book in October or November, then lost it in the house, then had food poisoning, and now I think I’m getting the flu, so I’m not reading as quickly as I usually do, and I don’t have a lot of stamina, either. When I AM reading, lately, things that are familiar and formulaic are the easiest. Hence my current addiction to cozy mysteries.
I always have one book in progress that I keep near the tub, strictly for bathtub reading. My bubble book, at the moment, is The Summer Kitchen, by Karen Weinreb, which I bought MONTHS ago – MANY months ago, and just wasn’t in the mood for once I got it home. (Does that happen to anyone else?)
On Deck, I have:
The Ghost and Femme Fatale
The Ghost and the Haunted Mansion
which are the last two novels (so far) in Alice Kimberly’s Haunted Bookshop series.
And on that note, I’m going to curl up with a good book, and read until I’m ready to sleep.