a new book
So in absence of my Janet Evanovich novels, my step-dad gave me several mystery/thriller books to enjoy. I started with Karin Slaughter’s Blindsighted. It wasn’t bad. I’m not sure if it was the fact that I am partial towards writing in the first person sense or the fact that it had multiple stories going on that made it slow for me to get into, however, once I did, it was good. It’s quite a difference going from quirky-thriller to blood-and-guts-thriller.
I used to be a huge fan of Lawrence Block and his Matthew Scudder mysteries. A favorite being, The Devil Knows You’re Dead. However, I think too much seriousness was beginning to take it’s toll and I switched gears to funny autobiographies and fluff books like Baby Proof by Emily Griffin. I think those books are good for the soul, you know? Like a trashy romance novel.
Lately, Claire has been hooked on Suess. She requests Hop on Pop or The Cat in the Hat pretty much every night. I recently reintroduced Baily Goes Camping by Kevin Henke and I even read from my original copy from when I was 3. It includes some drawings by yours truly. Claire will say, “Mama, you drew that? I like the nose and eyes.” That’s a pretty huge compliment coming from Claire, master artiste.
Speaking of drawings, Carly drew in Mom’s first wedding album with crayon. Nothing like a memory of a lifetime. And there’s that red crayon…
Anyways, back to books. I do enjoy to read. It’s a guilty pleasure. In March the 4th installment of The Spellman Files will be out and I am super looking forward to that. In high school I wouldn’t have been caught dead reading for pleasure. At least not in the later years. Who woulda thunk it?