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Thanks to a couple of well-timed cancellations, I got started on all my doctors' visits late last week and am even starting to get all the test results back (all negative so far, but I bet I have to go back in for a diagnostic mammogram b/c they couldn't find my previous records and I have a lot of Stuff that shows up on the scans that we'd finally decided was Just How It Was, but I can see having to go through all of that again to keep everybody's concerns under control w/not having anything to compare this set to.)
D is still not sleeping (or at least not sleeping at night) so neither am I, ugh.
But, it's Wednesday so let's talk a few books.
finished
The Windsor Knot, S. J. Bennet, a cozy mystery in the vein of Agatha Christie writing an episode or two of The Crown, where the Queen solves mysteries with the help of her assistant personal secretary, a Nigerian-English former army officer who now wears sky-high heels and pencil skirts. I listened to the audiobook and it was really a bright spot in the slog that's been the last week or so.
West With the Night, Beryl Markham -- I did finally finish listening to the audiobook and found myself enjoying it all much more than I expected. The memoir is very narrowly focused on exactly what she wanted to reveal, as there were multiple husbands she never even mentioned and the only time Denys Finch-Hatten was mentioned was to talk about his death (as opposed to whatever else was going on with the two of them.) I may have to go find a biography to fill in around the edges.
reading now
The Companion, E. E. Ottoman , which I just started and am not sure how I feel about yet. Set in early 20th Century New York, with trans characters and what is looking to be a poly relationship, there is soooooo much that could go wrong, no matter how highly recommended it comes.
up next
For whatever reason, my brain (which can barely deal with anything but the lightest of fluff these days) is making noises about wanting to read the most recent translation of The Iliad. BabyBoy is all for this, but he's taking almost 20 credit hours this semester, so I doubt he'll be around much to dish, so maybe I'll see if I can placate said brain until the end of his semester.
Otherwise, it's whatever comes in next on the library hold list. And really, I'm just glad I can still manage to scrape out a couple of bits of time each day to let books do what they've always done for me, take me off into a different world, because I doubt I'd be dealing even as well as I might be without them.
Take care of yourselves and be careful with this variant (not the fun, loki-shaped kind). ♥
D is still not sleeping (or at least not sleeping at night) so neither am I, ugh.
But, it's Wednesday so let's talk a few books.
finished
The Windsor Knot, S. J. Bennet, a cozy mystery in the vein of Agatha Christie writing an episode or two of The Crown, where the Queen solves mysteries with the help of her assistant personal secretary, a Nigerian-English former army officer who now wears sky-high heels and pencil skirts. I listened to the audiobook and it was really a bright spot in the slog that's been the last week or so.
West With the Night, Beryl Markham -- I did finally finish listening to the audiobook and found myself enjoying it all much more than I expected. The memoir is very narrowly focused on exactly what she wanted to reveal, as there were multiple husbands she never even mentioned and the only time Denys Finch-Hatten was mentioned was to talk about his death (as opposed to whatever else was going on with the two of them.) I may have to go find a biography to fill in around the edges.
reading now
The Companion, E. E. Ottoman , which I just started and am not sure how I feel about yet. Set in early 20th Century New York, with trans characters and what is looking to be a poly relationship, there is soooooo much that could go wrong, no matter how highly recommended it comes.
up next
For whatever reason, my brain (which can barely deal with anything but the lightest of fluff these days) is making noises about wanting to read the most recent translation of The Iliad. BabyBoy is all for this, but he's taking almost 20 credit hours this semester, so I doubt he'll be around much to dish, so maybe I'll see if I can placate said brain until the end of his semester.
Otherwise, it's whatever comes in next on the library hold list. And really, I'm just glad I can still manage to scrape out a couple of bits of time each day to let books do what they've always done for me, take me off into a different world, because I doubt I'd be dealing even as well as I might be without them.
Take care of yourselves and be careful with this variant (not the fun, loki-shaped kind). ♥