Sunday, October 31, 2010

All Hallow's Eve



Ah, I'm too knackered to do a Sunday Seconds today. I've been working on Premeditated for most of the day. I'm up to "S" in the authors, so about nine more pages (18 authors). I was hoping to be close to finished today but it looks like I'll need to put in a big chunk of time on Tuesday, around my scheduled activities. So far, though, no new-to-me the books I'm coming across have really jumped out and said "buy me!" Phew, for my checkbook.

Well, I'm assuming that trick-or-treating will begin around 6:30-ish. I don't plan on going beyond 8:00 because 1) they're usually big kids by that time who shouldn't be doing that in the first place and b) Psychic Kids comes on then. I've got to do an earlier dinner and I still haven't thrown any clothes laundry in the wash. Or seen Steve around now that I think about it....


Much love (and have a safe and happy Halloween),

PK the Bookeemonster

Saturday, October 30, 2010

In honor of the horror movies playing this weekend...


I went to the clinic today. Everything was straight down the middle normal except the indicator of something viral. So I have a virus of some sort. I won't know details until the labs come back in a couple days. But no medication (yay), just time is the cure. Good news bad news.


I hate it when you're ] [ this close to finishing a book but you have other priorities. At least I'll finish the Finch before the end of the month tomorrow midnight so I can count it for October and not be so pathetic in my quanitity. With a must read coming on Tuesday, I may either finish something I'd already started but abandoned or find a quickie. Or I could read the magazines I got at Bcon. A Bookeemonster always finds something to read.


We didn't watch a DVD last night but chances may be good for this evening since Cops isn't on for Steve because of something called the World Series. :) Once again, we'll play it by ear.


I haven't gotten a whole lot done today, especially the newsletter but I hope to make a good showing with it tomorrow. I had the clinic this morning when it opened, had to get dog food, and groceries, then walk Tug, get laundry going and vacuuming.


Okay, I've got to do some work on Premeditated. Off you go.


Much love,

PK the Bookeemonster

Friday, October 29, 2010

Sorry, can't pass up a good zombie one


Friday! Woot!


Okay work was jacked up on sugar. We had "reverse" trick or treating where all 40+ of us gives candy to all 40+ of us. I, I repeat, I didn't eat my candy. I brought it home. A lot of people ate candy all day so there was this yoyo of sugar highs and sugar crashes. There was a Halloween costume contest (I didn't participate). Then at break time-ish, there was food in the break room: cheese, crackers, salsa and chips, fruit, vegie trays, cookies... I imagine SOME work got done....


I finished THE MISCHIEF OF THE MISTLETOE by Lauren Willig. I liked it; sometimes I'm in the mood for and like a frothy, romantic, spies, sweet, set during the Regency story. And I'm sitting here realizing I have so many books I'd like to get to that I'm NOT getting to, it just drives me crazy. But I'm back to THE SEPTEMBER SOCIETY by Charles Finch. I've got a couple ARCS (Lehane and the scandanavian duo), oh gosh, about 10 on the Kindle including SJ Rozan, Peter Robinson, Louise Penny, and so on, and real books by the score. And series reads I'm doing. That's it: either give up sleep or work. Work lets me get more books so I guess I'd better learn how to get by on less sleep. :)


On Tuesday, however, it is the motherlode of new releases. Though they are one and the same person, Nora Roberts and JD Robb have new books out on November 2nd. Squee!! It's the last book in the Bridal Quartet and of course the latest in the Eve Dallas series. Double squee! I'm taking mom to the bookstore because Tuesday is a federal holiday (election day, baby) and being a state employee on those days doesn't suck.


Dinner tonight: taco salad. Nothing really on tv but maybe we'll watch a DVD tonight and snuggle. I've got The Ghost Writer still to watch so we'll see.


Much love,

PK the Bookeemonster

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Mom, here's Bouchercon (by way of Parnell Hall)

Thursday, October 28, 2010

Some people have nothing better to do...

I'm currently reading THE MISCHIEF OF THE MISTLETOE by Lauren Willig. This is 7th of 7 in series featuring Eloise Kelly, a Harvard grad student writing her Ph.D. dissertation on spies of the late 18th and early 19th century, in the Pink Carnation romantic thriller series. Only this time Eloise isn't in it (and I'm with with that). Here is a description:

Arabella Dempsey's dear friend Jane Austen warned her against teaching. But Miss Climpson's Select Seminary for Young Ladies seems the perfect place for Arabella to claim her independence while keeping an eye on her younger sisters nearby. Just before Christmas, she accepts a position at the quiet girls' school in Bath, expecting to face nothing more exciting than conducting the annual Christmas recital. She hardly imagines coming face to face with French aristocrats and international spies... Reginald "Turnip"Fitzhugh-often mistaken for the elusive spy known as the Pink Carnation- has blundered into danger before. But when he blunders into Miss Arabella Dempsey, it never occurs to him that she might be trouble. When Turnip and Arabella stumble upon a beautifully wrapped Christmas pudding with a cryptic message written in French, "Meet me at Farley Castle," the unlikely vehicle for intrigue launches the pair on a Yuletide adventure that ranges from the Austens'modest drawing room to the awe-inspiring estate of the Dukes of Dovedale, where the Dowager Duchess is hosting the most anticipated event of the year: an elaborate twelve-day Christmas celebration. Will they find poinsettias or peril, dancing or danger? Is it possible that the fate of the British Empire rests in Arabella's and Turnip's hands, in the form of a festive Christmas pudding?
It was just published and has 352 pages. Usually the format of this series is going back and forth between present day and the Regency period of English versus French spies as Napoleon is making his moves. This book so far is sticking with just the historical time period (and I prefer it). This is heavily in the "romantic" side of the historical mystery genre but again, I don't mind.

Even though "It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown!" is on tonight, I don't think I'll take the time to watch it this time around. Otherwise, nothing is on tv for me so I may just read.

I've still got the flu or whatever but I think I've figured out the dizziness is from being dehydrated so I'm drinking a lot of water. If I'm not better after the weekend, I'll go to the clinic on Monday. What a bother.

Tomorrow at work they're having a costume contest for Halloween. I'm not dressing up but was somewhat tempted by coming as a "book worm" and digging up a sleeping bag and bringing a pile o' books. Ah well, not for me.

All right, off you go.

Much love,
PK the Bookeemonster

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

'Cause I just like it


I can't stay long tonight. I've got to do some computer work with a deadline of midnight tonight. Since my job is still temporary, I've got to be putting in applications.

Steve is shooting tonight; I'll watch America's Next Top Model while working on the thingy. Gotta make dinner (spaghetti!) and get going.


Much love,
PK the Bookeemonster

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Oh baby


I finished THE SHIMMERING BLOND SISTER by David Handler last night. It was satisfying. This is one of the few mystery series featuring a couple who are in love and don't have problems with each other. It's refreshing.


I think I'm taking up again THE SEPTEMBER SOCIETY by Charles Finch. This is 2nd of 4 in series featuring Charles Lenox, a gentleman sleuth, in 1860s London.


Here is a description:



"The sitting room looked as familiar as the back of his hand, and immediately Lenox took a liking to the young man who inhabited it. He saw several small artifacts of the missing student’s life---a frayed piece of string about two feet long of the sort you might bind a package with, half of a pulpy fried tomato, which was too far from the breakfast table to have been dropped, a fountain pen, and lastly, a card which said on the front The September Society". . . .In the small hours of the morning one fall day in 1866, a frantic widow visits detective Charles Lenox. Lady Annabelle’s problem is simple: her beloved son, George, has vanished from his room at Oxford. When Lenox visits his alma mater to investigate, he discovers a series of bizarre clues, including a murdered cat and a card cryptically referring to the September Society.Then, just as Lenox realizes that the case may be deeper than it appears, a student dies, the victim of foul play.What could the September Society have to do with it? What specter, returned from the past, is haunting gentle Oxford? Lenox, with the support of his devoted friends in London’s upper crust, must race to discover the truth before it comes searching for him, and dangerously close to home.

It was published in 2008 and has 320 pages.


Tonight on tv we have Rehab: Party at the Hard Rock to watch. Otherwise, the usual and starting all over again tomorrow.


Much love,

PK the Bookeemonster

Monday, October 25, 2010

That wind blown look


Meh, not much happening. Work was work. It is in the 50s outside but the wind is blowing pretty heavily and cold. Winter is coming. It was a dark and gloomy day -- loved that! Tonight, Steve has to participate in another orientation meeting out at the gun club. I need to complete some tasks but we'll see if it actually happens. I am wondering if I felt a little less dizzy over the course of the day. I'll keep monitoring. I'd like to finish the Handler book soon and move on to something else. I'm enjoying the book but I haven't read a histmyst in a while and I miss it. Sadly, October will be a poor showing in the number of books read, I'm afraid. I'll probably make up for it a bit in November with some good new releases. There's probably something for me to watch on tv like Lie To Me or I could watch my Cowboys lose but I'll play that by ear, too. Just .... meh.


Much love,

PK the Bookeemonster

Sunday, October 24, 2010

Sunday Seconds

Sunday Seconds -- there are books that I would really love to re-read -- if I could make the time. Sometimes books have profound impacts on one's reading experience. Sometimes you just know these books could be even greater if you could go back and read them with again better understanding and life experiences under your belt. Sometimes books don't hold up the memory the second time around -- that's the risk. Sunday Seconds will be a cataloging of that kind of wish list.

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AND THEN THERE WERE NONE by Agatha Christie


The very first Agatha Christie I read was her last published, CURTAIN, read in high school on a night of babysitting. Reading the last one first -- with it's twist ending -- was a trip but it got me back on the path of mysteries. However, AND THEN THERE WERE NONE, or TEN LITTLE INDIANS, I think is one of her better stories. With this book, I wish I could re-read it without knowing what was going to happen next or how it ended; reading it for the first time, again.


In the novel, ten people, who have previously been complicit in the deaths of others but have escaped notice or punishment, are tricked into coming onto an island. Even though the guests are the only people on the island, they are all mysteriously murdered one by one, in a manner paralleling, inexorably and sometimes grotesquely, the old nursery rhyme, "Ten Little Indians".


Dame Agatha makes a jarring departure in this grim and intricate tale. There is no sleuth, the pace is fast, frenzied and breathless, and rather than "types," she takes pains with characterizations. The body count is high, and the mode of death frequently untidy. They include a doctor, a games mistress, a soldier of fortune, a rich playboy, a retired policeman, a judge, a spinster, a retired general and a married couple who are to be the servants. They arrive on a bleak rocky island to a completely modern house with all the amenities. The fires are welcoming, there is an ample supply of food, the servants are impeccable, but their host is absent. In each of the bedrooms, the Ten Little Indians nursery rhyme is posted on a prominent wall. It begins:
"Ten Little Indian boys went out to dine; One choked his little self, and then there were nine."
Drinks are served, and one guest chokes, turns blue and falls over dead. The tension builds, the fright of the stranded people is palpable as one by one, they are picked off, each in accordance with the nursery rhyme. As the number of victims increase, the survivors' suspicions of each other reach a frantic pitch.


I stage managed this play in summer rep in 1988, I think it was. It was hell getting those little statues off stage, let me tell you. And every night it was like walking a tight rope because the actor who was the villain at the end of the play had these huge speeches of how he killed everyone and he famously had a bad memory so he stumbled through these speeches night after night. Ugh.

It is the unfolding of the story that is rich. Some people these days look down upon Christie. However, she was a master of the type of crime fiction she wrote -- her era wasn't really into great character development, it was the puzzle of the thing.

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We went to see RED last night. It was entertaining, not a movie to go for depth, but fun. Helen Mirren is just a goddess. She's one of my top three favorite actresses. Bruce Willis is just Bruce Willis and he's aging well. There is a scene, shown in the trailer, where he steps out of a moving car to shoot a bad guy. Impressive, and I want to see that scene again and again. Based on a graphic novel, this is a funny, shoot-em-up/explosions, the good guys versus bad guys movie.


It's a lovely, gloomy, overcast day. If I didn't have so much to do, it would be a great napping day (heck, I may nap anyway). Otherwise, I'll be at my office computer and changing laundry loads with the Steeler game on the tv.


Much love,

PK the Bookeemonster

Saturday, October 23, 2010

Saturdays are supposed to be comfortable

I'm not getting a whole lot done today. This flu thing I've had all week is making me dizzy so I've been resting a bit today. I did get Tug walked, doing laundry, vacuumed upstairs, and worked a little on the newsletter. Just not as much as I wanted to on the newsletter. I'm so far behind.

We're going to see RED tonight. Helen Mirren, Bruce Willis, Morgan Freeman, and John Malkovich... how can you go wrong? And being able to hold hands with Steve for a couple hours. :)

Tomorrow, I have to sit at my desk and work on Premeditated. The clock is ticking. Oh, and the Steelers' game is on tv as well. Tomorrow night is the Vikings versus the Packers which would be a good game but I have Paranormal State and Psychic Kids to watch. And maybe check out the "re-imagining" of Sherlock Holmes on Mystery. We'll see.

Much love,
PK the Bookeemonster

Friday, October 22, 2010

TGIF


Sorry for missing yesterday. I've been fighting some kind of flu thing all week and I just did the essentials last night then went to bed. I'm hoping that catching up on rest will do the trick and make this go away.


I've very glad it's Friday. I made it through the week at work, catching up on the things that piled up while I was gone last week. But I have so much to do this weekend... I HAVE TO work on my newsletter, I'm way behind. I need to do the usual cleaning because it didn't get done last weekend. Steve and I would like to go see RED sometime this weekend.


I haven't done much reading at all in over a week but I think I'm back to THE SHIMMERING BLOND SISTER by David Handler. This is 7th of 7 in series featuring Mitch Berger, a New York film critic, and Desiree “Des” Mitry, a black police detective, in Dorset, Connecticut. Here's a description:


Back when Mitch was a chubby thirteen-year-old living in Stuyvesant Town, Beth Breslauer, a lovely blond single mother, lived across the hall with her son, Kenny. These days, she’s a wealthy widow who owns a condominium in the Captain Chadwick House, the Dorset Historic District’s most exclusive condo complex. Kenny is engaged to marry Mitch’s yoga teacher, Kimberly Farrell. Kimberly’s parents are Beth’s neighbors. They are also social pariahs. Her father was one of the Wall Street power brokers responsible for the sub-prime home loan meltdown and her mother is praying that Kimberly’s elaborate engagement party will endear them to their lost friends. Meanwhile, Augie Donatelli, a retired police detective who manages the Captain Chadwick House, is positive he’s figured out the identity of the infamous Dorset Flasher, an elusive, ski-masked figure who has been terrorizing wealthy widows after dark. He also believes that Beth is the proud descendent of a long line of professional thieves. He demands that Des do something about it, but Des dismisses his charges as the wild rants of a lonely, bitter drunkard, which is rather unfortunate---because when Augie turns up dead, Des is included in the round-up of suspects. That leaves it up to Mitch to find out what really happened, even though it means he’ll have to find out more about the people in his life than he ever wanted to.

It was published October 2010 and has 256 pages. I'm reading it on the Kindle.


Much love,

PK the Bookeemonster

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Bouchercon recap


Crossposted on 4MA:


Wednesday’s dinner was very good. We walked and the evening was pleasant after being so hot. The prices were really reasonable and the service excellent. We were at two tables and everyone was talking at once.

Thursday the panels began. At 10, I went to “Most Likely to Succeed” with Ali Karim as moderator and Chris Adrich, Sarah Byrne, Janet Rudolph and Andi Schecter talking about their favorite books. This kind of topic can go on for hours. Names and more names. Fortunately, I was familiar with the majority and got away Scot free.

At 11:30, I attended … nothing. I don’t have anything marked and nothing looks familiar. I think we had a long lunch break.

I didn’t attend Toastmaster Eddie Muller being interviewed by Jacqueline Winspear at 1:30. Again, I think lunch was going long. I remember having a slice a pizza that day in the mall-like space next door.

At 3, I attended “The Year of the Locusts” Books to Screen. Ken Bruen wasn’t able to attend Bcon. Kelli Stanley was moderator with Derek Haas, Paul Levine, replacement Alexandra Sokoloff and Val McDermid. Let me say, I’ve always liked McDermid’s books. After hearing her Scottish accent and her wit, I’m in love. She is awesome.

At 4:30 was Maddy’s Fan Guest of Honor interview with Barfly (Barbara Fister). Word was that Maddy was nervous of all the attention but she was fabulous. The room was full of her friends so there was nothing to be nervous about. It turned into a fun give and take with the audience answering questions about our favorite book of the year or with whom we’d have dinner.

At 6:30 was the opening ceremonies and reception. The Guests of Honor were introduced. A free copy of James Rollins’ book was on all the chairs. There was a cool video montage of films featuring San Francisco as setting. The reception had food but the lines were long so Barfly found an Asian restaurant nearby called The Unicorn. That was a nifty place with the new Star Trek film projected on one of the walls. I ordered trout which came with its head attached and a sprig of parsley sticking out of its mouth. I should have taken a picture because it was funny and startling at the same time. Tasted good (no, I didn’t eat the head, yuck).


Then I think we hung around the bar/lobby/restaurant area. Maddy chided a couple of us (me) for not staying up until dawn.


Friday.

The first panel was at 8am. Kim from Minnesota and I by this time had established we were on the same wake-up-early schedule and had had breakfast. I attended “Endgame” which was about endings of books. Hank Phillippi Ryan was moderator with Bryan Gruley, Kevin Guilfoyle, Sam Reaves, and John Shannon. Hank is a fabulous moderator – you can tell she really listens to the panelists and asked questions in response.

At 10, it was “A String of Puppets” for me which was about graphic novels. This was moderated by Jon Jordan with Gary Phillips, Jason Starr, Megan Abbott and Alison Gaylin. My husband, Steve-the-Nonreader will read graphic novels so I was looking for some ideas. A lot of graphics are gritty and urban therefore crime writers are drifting into this genre. There was an annoying guy in the front who seemed to think he knew everything. I called him “comic book guy” from then on because he showed up in other panels I attended.

At 11:30, I was at “Death and the Favored Few” (titles by the way were from episodes of The Streets of San Francisco we were told) which was one of two historical mystery panels and I had volunteered to be monitor. This was moderated by Keith Kahla with Lindsey Davis, Steven Saylor, John Maddox Roberts and Gary Corby. This was played as the three “Romes” versus the lone “Greece” guy. This was a nice panel, disturbed at the end by another author in the audience standing up to announce that Corby’s wasn’t the only book set in Greece because *his* was, etc., etc. Ugh.

I was going to attend the bonus session at 12:30 with Declan Hughs and John Connelly talking about the 10 crime novels you have to read before you die but it was too crowded.

Lunch back at the mall. Asian place this time. Didn’t see US Guest of Honor Laurie R. King being interviewed by Dana Stabenow at 1:30 but I probably should have.

At 3:00, the second historical mystery panel, “Bitter Wine” with Oline Cogdill as moderator and Rebecca Cantrell, Candace Robb, Caroline/Charles Todd, and Roger Hudson. I volunteered as monitor in that one too. This was standing room only. Interesting.

Kim and I skipped the 4:00 panel to begin walking to the pier for the Sunset Cruise. And the adventure begins. DJ, Kim, her daughter Erin and her roommate, Stina, Lesley, Ann, and Jane were on this cruise.

Okay, about the Sunset Cruise: first off, despite what others say, I wasn’t “lost.” **I** knew where I was. More on that later. The Cruise was around the Bay, past Alcatraz and Angel Island and under the Golden Gate Bridge. Did you ever see the movie “The Fog”? I always scoffed at how the fog was depicted, rolling in so fast and menacingly. Well, the fog really does that there. And it got cold quickly. I have a problem with motion sickness but I really wanted to do this cruise. The boat departed and immediately we were in heavy rocking and I darted outside to the prow for air and looking forward. It was a toss up (if you’ll forgive the phrase): get embarrassingly sick or be really cold outside. I opted for cold. So I had on my black fleece with the hood up so I think I looked like the Unabomber (he was from Montana, too). I was chatting away with some people up there when my name was announced over the speaker to check in with my friends. I guess they didn’t know where I had gone, didn’t know to be looking for the Unabomber, and were afraid I had fallen overboard. I checked in and then went back on the deck. **I wasn’t lost.** Approaching Alcatraz, the boat had music over the loudspeaker so now I’ll forever associate The Rock with Bread’s I Want To Make It With You. Somehow, not a fitting soundtrack. It was bizarre that the wind would blow so hard before the islands, calm as you passed them and then get blown away again when you got by it. By the time we got to the Golden Gate Bridge it was dark and foggy so the pictures that people took were a dark blur of red lights. Riiiight, that’s the Golden Gate Bridge. Actually, Kim has the best ones I saw. Plus taking photos on a moving boat didn’t help. It was a really neat experience and I didn’t get sick. Yay! So off the boat and the plan was to catch a cable car back to the hotel, about a mile, a mile and a half away. We waited. And waited. Then it sort of became an episode of Survivor. Two peeled off right away, so we were down to seven people. Three decided to stay at that cable stop; four took off on foot for the hotel. Halfway there, another two decided to wait for the cable stop at that point. Two continued walking. Ultimately, as I hear it, cable cars didn’t stop for anyone and everyone had to walk back to the hotel and we all had aching feet. Okay, that’s not true. Throbbing feet of complete pain from which you never recovered the rest of the weekend. But you only do this once, right?

Lee Child was holding his Reacher Creature party, open to everyone. We just wanted to sit down. But we had a good time. I actually stayed up until midnight, Maddy, and you missed it. We just couldn’t find you.

End of Day Two. Friday.


Saturday

Ah, a good day for panels. First up at 8:30 were the Goddesses: Rhys Bowen, Deborah Crombie and Louise Penny. They had re-arranged the front so that they weren’t behind tables but just sitting together for a discussion. I much prefer the discussion format. It was like listening in on friends. I’ve liked Louise Penny’s books and now I’m very impressed with her in person. Just a wow.

Next at 10 was the interview of International Guest of Honor Denise Mina (pronounced with a long “I”) by Val McDermid. TWO Scottish accents and strong wits. I was in heaven! Val did very well in covering Denise’s life/history. I just wanted to stay there and listen all day.

At 11:30 I attended The Drop – The Good, The Bad and the Ugly. Mark Billingham was moderator with John Connolly, Denise Mina, Karin Slaughter and Martyn Waites. Talk about intelligent banter! Whoa. Zing, zing back and forth. Loved it. Mostly they talked about experiences out on the road. Interesting discussion at the end between Connolly, Slaughter and Mina debating fiction and crime fiction. That really felt like overhearing a conversation and we were all bystanders. Very well done.

I didn’t attend the interview of Guest of Honor Lee Child. Robert Crais was supposed to be the interviewer but couldn’t attend. I think I heard that Jacqueline Winspear stepped in. We went to lunch across the street at the Pier. We walked around the Farmer’s Market a bit, got split up, and wound up eating at a place called Sinbad’s where I had fish and chips. And got made fun of for having milk. I had been guzzling pop all day trying to stay awake, I needed something healthier! It was nice to sit down in a quiet place.

At 3, I attended Monkey is Back. Reed Farrel Coleman was moderator with Daniel Woodrell, Michael Wiley, Steve Hamilton and my beloved Val McDermid (told you I’d follow her anywhere). Reed started out saying that David Thompson was supposed to have been moderator and Maddy wasn’t lying when she said Val got teary. I don’t know if that affected everyone, but the panel’s pace was off. It was ok. At the Q&A part at the end, a woman stood up and asked why there weren’t more teachers in mystery novels and why with such talented writers up there, why did they have to use such bad language that she couldn’t use their books for her students who were aged 14-16. Steve Hamilton offered to kill her off in his next book which got a laugh. Reed said he had finished reading THE HUNGER GAMES trilogy and rhetorically asked why such violence was okay for that age group but not the language that they all use anyway. Interesting.

At 4:30, Kim and I attended a reading of a play written by Declan Hughes and read by him, Clair Lamb, Megan Abbot, Brett Battles, Mark Billingham, Christa Faust, Alison Gaylin, and Martin Waits. They said it was going to go a little long, like around 90 minutes to two hours. We stayed for about a half hour or so before moving along. The play incorporated the lives of Dashiel Hammett and Lillian Hellman and the story Hammett was writing, THE RED HARVEST. Enjoyable to an extent, but would probably be better performed rather than read and done by actors.

Dinner, dinner, what did we do? Oh, ate at the hotel. I just didn’t want to walk anywhere anymore. There was a short live auction that I didn’t attend and then a disco dance thing (Bookeemonsters don’t dance). So I think we just hung around the bar and chatted. I didn’t make it to midnight. I think it was 11.

End of day three.


Day four, Sunday. Not much to tell. I started in on a panel but decided that I had too much to do. I dealt with shipping two full boxes of my newsletter ($110 later....) and checked out of the hotel and all that jazz. Took a shuttle to the airport. And then all the delays and stuff.


Today, not feeling so great, some kind of stomach thing which will probably go away by tomorrow. I'll watch Rehab: Party at the Hard Rock and maybe cuddle with Steve.


Much love,

PK the Bookeemonster

Monday, October 18, 2010

Came to a crashing sleep


Well, shoot, I was going to talk more about what happened at Bouchercon but I am just too blasted tired to think.


Plane landed at 11, we got home at 11:20. Bed by 11:45. I did not move from that point on which is amazing. I woke when Steve was getting ready for work but slept officially until 8:30. I was pretty useless at work though when I got home I had gotten a second wind to walk Tug. Now, I've got some laundry going, dishes going in the dishwasher, the bag unpacked and now I'm losing steam again.


I'm not even reading anything right now -- too scattered. Although I will tell you about the huge score I made at the convention. THE ultimate Advanced Reading Copy score. I got it by being evil -- does that give me points or take away points? Dennis Lehane made his name by writing a series featuring Patrick Kenzie and Angela Gennaro, PIs. The second (I think) of the series is GONE BABY GONE, made into a movie recently. So anyway, Lehane stopped writing this extremely popular series and focused on stand alones like MYSTIC RIVER and SHUTTER ISLAND, also very popular and made into movies. It was big news that he was going to write another Kenzie/Gennaro, MOONLIGHT MILE, because he had said he wasn't going to write anymore of them. It comes out in November. **I** got an ARC of it. They were set aside for something and I took one. Bad, PK, bad. But it's a coup and all is fair in love and book addiction.


So, I should read that one but I won't make a decision tonight. I can't even really concentrate so I'll put clothes in the dryer here pretty quick and then skim something simple like a magazine but really get to sleep asap.


G'night all.


Much love,

PK the Bookeemonster

Sunday, October 17, 2010

Gone, but not forgotten


Here I am. Sorry no posts. The hotel at Bouchercon in SF charged $10 per day for wireless internet usage. Decided not to bother and save some money.


Here I am in Salt Lake City. My plane was supposed to leave SF at 1pm today. Weather delays made it 3pm which meant I missed my connection to get home at 6:30. So the next flight to Billings is at 9:45 and gets in at 11pm. I'm killing time here at the SLC airport in my four hour layover. Not fun at all.


I had a good time at Bcon. The best part was making friends with other 4ma-ers: Dame Judith, Lesley Austin Smith, Kim from Minnesota, Tania, Stina, Ann, Jane, LJ Roberts, Sally Cadigan, Lucinda (didn't catch up with Stan) from Stop You're Killing Me.


Worst part? Yes, the airport. And hauling a heavy bag. But the very worst was the problem with my newsletter. More on that later.


I'll go into more detail in a later post. I got in on Wednesday and it was HOT. In the 90s. It got progressively cooler as the days went by that by today it was cold-ish and rainy today.


The hotel was nice, though, expensive, but by all accounts, it was too big for the convention because everything was so spread out. I believe it had an affect on the interaction between authors and readers -- a big disconnect if not even a cold shoulder sometimes. The room was fine -- my view is above -- the Bay Bridge. I didn't have a roommate so that was nice. Actually, Kim said she'd like to room if I go to any other conventions because we seem to be on the same wake/sleep schedule and we got along great.


The panels were okay, some fantastic. I've always liked Val McDermid's books but that Scottish accent! I fell in love. She could read the phone book and if I were in the same room, I'd be happy.


The gift bag was a disappointment. The books I initially got were pretty old and pretty crappy. I scrounged a couple others along the way so I have some things to give to people. But they made my bag heavy. :) There were about three magazines in the bag which I liked and a couple graphic novels that we'll see if Steve likes.


The food was expensive. But mostly good. We did a lot of walking for which my punished me.


So. My newsletter. There was a big rush to get it there by a week ago Friday. Kinko's delivered it to the hotel Friday morning. I get there on Wednesday afternoon and ask to see it and the conference organizers say what newsletter? I had to hunt down the boxes. In the basement. The organizers didn't tell me they wanted them delivered to a different location for the stuffing into the bag. So the newsletter didn't get into the gift bags in the first rush of registration. The organizers said they would "scatter them around." Later I worked with the actual registrators to put them in the bags as they were going out. I was totally sweating hauling boxes to the area, stuffing bags. Completely upset.


Next morning I go in again to the registration area and they aren't stuffing the bags so I go through the process again. I'm completely upset and fighting tears. I tell myself I have to let go of the outcome but it doesn't seem like I'm getting much help. The husband of one of the volunteers sees this and I think said something to some powers in the room so I didn't have to sweat it as much. But it was way too bumpy of a ride. Throughout the weekend I kept grabbing a few and putting them out around the place. So I wound up shipping two loaded boxes home and leaving another one because I just couldn't afford the shipping.


I had fun; I had stress. Overall I made some good friends.


Much love,

PK the Bookeemonster


Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Dreamin' of flyin'


I had to run some errands today. I had to go to the bank because Kinko's called to say that my payment wouldn't go through. There was a dollar limit on my debit card that I had to go discuss with the bank.


I needed to have some business cards made because our home printer is old and wouldn't take the business card paper. So I went to Kinko's. They, who did so well on the newsletter, totally sucked. They said I had to have 250 made minimum and it would take 4 to 5 business days. Excuse me? I huffed out and when to EconoPrint who got the job done within 30 minutes. Ha.


I had coffee with my friend Omi who's an astrologer. She's working on her Masters in communication at MSUB so we met there and chatted for an hour. It is so awesome to see her.


Home, walked Tug, lunch.


Went to Steve's shop to pick up item. Stopped by job to show off Tug. Went to bank again to make a deposit. Home now and got mostly packed for 7:45am flight tomorrow.


Tonight, we have Rehab: Party at the Hard Rock to watch. I finished the Connelly. It was well done. I'm not sure yet what to read next; it may be the new SJ Rozan, ON THE LINE or the David Handler, THE SHIMMERING BLOND SISTER. Both are on the Kindle.


I'm not taking any paper books with me on the trip because I'll be bringing back some and don't need to be hauling around the extra weight in baggage. Everything I need for now is the Kindle.


So, probably next post will be from SF. I hope I don't get too airsick. Ugh. Not a good taker-offer and lander. Stop over in SLC. I know that airport very well. Land in SF around 12:30-ish. Take the BART to the hotel. Nap, then dinner with the 4MA folks.


Bon voyage...


Much love,

PK the Bookeemonster

Monday, October 11, 2010

Rainy days and Mondays (off) ...lovely


A dark, drizzly day. Good thing I got Tug walked early.


Currently reading THE REVERSAL by Michael Connelly. Here is a description:




Longtime defense attorney Mickey Haller is recruited to change stripes and prosecute the high-profile retrial of a brutal child murder. After 24 years in prison, convicted killer Jason Jessup has been exonerated by new DNA evidence. Haller is convinced Jessup is guilty, and he takes the case on the condition that he gets to choose his investigator, LAPD Detective Harry Bosch. Together, Bosch and Haller set off on a case fraught with political and personal danger. Opposing them is Jessup, now out on bail, a defense attorney who excels at manipulating the media, and a runaway eyewitness reluctant to testify after so many years.With the odds and the evidence against them, Bosch and Haller must nail a sadistic killer once and for all. If Bosch is sure of anything, it is that Jason Jessup plans to kill again.

It was just published and has 400 pages. I'm reading it on the Kindle. Connelly has a way with words that is sharp and concise. It's like reading an episode of Law & Order. Everything you want in a police procedural and nothing you don't. This one is alternating in writing styles per his two series: the Bosch chapters are in 3rd person; the Mickey chapters are in 1st person. So far it's working.


Working a bit on the newsletter, reading a bit, napping a bit. Just that kind of day. Tomorrow, last day errands for the trip.


Much love,

PK the Bookeemonster

Sunday, October 10, 2010

Sunday Seconds

Sunday Seconds -- there are books that I would really love to re-read -- if I could make the time. Sometimes books have profound impacts on one's reading experience. Sometimes you just know these books could be even greater if you could go back and read them with again better understanding and life experiences under your belt. Sometimes books don't hold up the memory the second time around -- that's the risk. Sunday Seconds will be a cataloging of that kind of wish list.

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THE GIRL WITH THE DRAGON TATTOO - Steig Larsson


At his death in November 2004, Swedish author and journalist Larsson left three unpublished novels that made up the trilogy. It became a posthumous best-seller in several European countries as well as US.


Here is a description:



Middle-aged journalist Mikael Blomkvist, who publishes the magazine Millennium in Stockholm, has lost a libel case involving damaging allegations about billionaire Swedish industrialist Hans-Erik Wennerström, and is sentenced to three months in prison. Facing jail time and professional disgrace, Blomkvist steps down from his position on the magazine's board of directors, despite strong objections from Erika Berger, Blomkvist's longtime friend, occasional lover, and business partner. At the same time, he is offered an unlikely freelance assignment by Henrik Vanger, the elderly former CEO of Vanger Enterprises. Blomkvist accepts the assignment — unaware that Vanger commissioned a comprehensive investigation into Blomkvist's personal and professional history, carried out by gifted private investigator Lisbeth Salander.
Blomkvist visits Vanger at his estate on the tiny island of Hedeby, several hours from Stockholm. The old man draws Blomkvist in by promising not only financial reward for the assignment, but also solid evidence that Wennerström is truly the scoundrel Blomkvist suspects him to be. On this basis, Blomkvist agrees to spend a year writing the Vanger family history as a cover for the real assignment: solving the "cold case" of the disappearance of Vanger's great-niece Harriet some 40 years earlier. Vanger admits he is obsessed with finding out the truth of what happened to Harriet, and expresses his suspicion that Harriet was murdered by a member of the vast Vanger family, many of whom were present in Hedeby on the day of her disappearance. Each year on his birthday Harriet gave Henrik a present of pressed flowers. On his birthday every year since Harriet's murder, Vanger explains, the murderer torments him with a present of pressed flowers.
Blomkvist uproots himself from his life in Stockholm, moving to Hedeby in the middle of one of the coldest winters on record, and begins the process of analysing the more than 40 years worth of information Henrik Vanger has obsessively compiled around the circumstances of the day Harriet disappeared. Hedeby is home to several generations of Vangers, all part owners in Vanger Enterprises. Under the pretext of researching the family history, Blomkvist becomes acquainted with the members of the extended Vanger family, most of whom resent his presence, worried that he seeks to take advantage of the obsession of a sick old man.
Blomkvist fulfills his contractual obligations by immersing himself in the case. After discovering that Salander has hacked into his computer, he persuades her to assist him with research.

Published in 2008. It has 572 pages.


This is the first book of the Millenium Trilogy. The stories are complex, the characters multiple and interwoven. Larsson makes several literary references to the genre's classic forerunners, and comments on contemporary Swedish society. Reviewer Dessaix writes that "His favourite targets are violence against women, the incompetence and cowardice of investigative journalists, the moral bankruptcy of big capital and the virulent strain of Nazism still festering away ..." in Swedish society. Larsson further enters the debate as to how responsible criminals are for their crimes and how much is blamed on upbringing or society. And, worth it for this alone: Lisbeth Salander is one of the most unique characters created. It seems people either love the book or hate it. I loved all three.


Here is an excerpt:


It happened every year, was almost a ritual. And this was his eighty-second birthday. When, as usual, the flower was delivered, he took off the wrapping paper and then picked up the telephone to call Detective Superintendent Morell who, when he retired, had moved to Lake Siljan in Dalarna. They were not only the same age, they had been born on the same day–which was something of an irony under the circumstances. The old policeman was sitting with his coffee, waiting, expecting the call.

“It arrived.”

“What is it this year?”

“I don’t know what kind it is. I’ll have to get someone to tell me what it is. It’s white.”

“No letter, I suppose.”

“Just the flower. The frame is the same kind as last year. One of those do-it-yourself ones.”

“Postmark?”

“Stockholm.”

“Handwriting?”

“Same as always, all in capitals. Upright, neat lettering.”

With that, the subject was exhausted, and not another word was exchanged for almost a minute. The retired policeman leaned back in his kitchen chair and drew on his pipe. He knew he was no longer expected to come up with a pithy comment or any sharp question which would shed a new light on the case. Those days had long since passed, and the exchange between the two men seemed like a ritual attaching to a mystery which no-one else in the whole world had the least interest in unravelling.

The Latin name was Leptospermum (Myrtaceae) rubinette. It was a plant about ten centimetres high with small, heather-like foliage and a white flower with five petals about two centimetres across.

The plant was native to the Australian bush and uplands, where it was to be found among tussocks of grass. There it was called Desert Snow. Someone at the botanical gardens in Uppsala would later confirm that it was a plant seldom cultivated in Sweden. The botanist wrote in her report that it was related to the tea tree and that it was sometimes confused with its more common cousin Leptospermum scoparium, which grew in abundance in New Zealand. What distinguished them, she pointed out, was that rubinette had a small number of microscopic pink dots at the tips of the petals, giving the flower a faint pinkish tinge.

Rubinette was altogether an unpretentious flower. It had no known medicinal properties, and it could not induce hallucinatory experiences. It was neither edible, nor had a use in the manufacture of plant dyes. On the other hand, the aboriginal people of Australia regarded as sacred the region and the flora around Ayers Rock.

The botanist said that she herself had never seen one before, but after consulting her colleagues she was to report that attempts had been made to introduce the plant at a nursery in Göteborg, and that it might, of course, be cultivated by amateur botanists. It was difficult to grow in Sweden because it thrived in a dry climate and had to remain indoors half of the year. It would not thrive in calcareous soil and it had to be watered from below. It needed pampering.

The fact of its being so rare a flower ought to have made it easier to trace the source of this particular specimen, but in practice it was an impossible task. There was no registry to look it up in, no licences to explore. Anywhere from a handful to a few hundred enthusiasts could have had access to seeds or plants. And those could have changed hands between friends or been bought by mail order from anywhere in Europe, anywhere in the Antipodes.

But it was only one in the series of mystifying flowers that each year arrived by post on the first day of November. They were always beautiful and for the most part rare flowers, always pressed, mounted on watercolour paper in a simple frame measuring 15cm by 28cm.

The strange story of the flowers had never been reported in the press; only a very few people knew of it. Thirty years ago the regular arrival of the flower was the object of much scrutiny–at the National Forensic Laboratory, among fingerprint experts, graphologists, criminal investigators, and one or two relatives and friends of the recipient. Now the actors in the drama were but three: the elderly birthday boy, the retired police detective, and the person who had posted the flower. The first two at least had reached such an age that the group of interested parties would soon be further diminished.

The policeman was a hardened veteran. He would never forget his first case, in which he had had to take into custody a violent and appallingly drunk worker at an electrical substation before he caused others harm. During his career he had brought in poachers, wife beaters, con men, car thieves, and drunk drivers. He had dealt with burglars, drug dealers, rapists, and one deranged bomber. He had been involved in nine murder or manslaughter cases. In five of these the murderer had called the police himself and, full of remorse, confessed to having killed his wife or brother or some other relative. Two others were solved within a few days. Another required the assistance of the National Criminal Police and took two years.

The ninth case was solved to the police’s satisfaction, which is to say that they knew who the murderer was, but because the evidence was so insubstantial the public prosecutor decided not to proceed with the case. To the detective superintendent’s dismay, the statute of limitations eventually put an end to the matter. But all in all he could look back on an impressive career.

He was anything but pleased.

For the detective, the “Case of the Pressed Flowers” had been nagging at him for years–his last, unsolved and frustrating case. The situation was doubly absurd because after spending literally thousands of hours brooding, on duty and off, he could not say beyond doubt that a crime had indeed been committed.

The two men knew that whoever had mounted the flowers would have worn gloves, that there would be no fingerprints on the frame or the glass. The frame could have been bought in camera shops or stationery stores the world over. There was, quite simply, no lead to follow. Most often the parcel was posted in Stockholm, but three times from London, twice from Paris, twice from Copenhagen, once from Madrid, once from Bonn, and once from Pensacola, Florida. The detective superintendent had had to look it up in an atlas.

After putting down the telephone the eighty-two-year-old birthday boy sat for a long time looking at the pretty but meaningless flower whose name he did not yet know. Then he looked up at the wall above his desk. There hung forty-three pressed flowers in their frames. Four rows of ten, and one at the bottom with four. In the top row one was missing from the ninth slot. Desert Snow would be number forty-four.

Without warning he began to weep. He surprised himself with this sudden burst of emotion after almost forty years.

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It's a gorgeous day out. Walked Tug, got a couple things at the grocery store, doing laundry. Steve is having the sprinklers blown out. The Cowboys are losing.


Not getting much done on the newsletter today but will have tomorrow and Tuesday to get going on it.


See you tomorrow...

Much love,

PK the Bookeemonster

Saturday, October 9, 2010

A day for bunny slippers


It's a wondefully dark and rainy morning! Just lovely.


So, on the agenda as previously noted: make biz cards, start November issue, walk Tug, set up Quickbooks, laundry, vacuuming, quick grocery errand, print confirmations for trip ....


What would be really nice is a nap later, but we'll see how it goes.


I read a quickie romance last night to cleanse the palatte. I haven't officially chosen yet, but I should read the Tess Gerritsen from the library next.


Well, it's already 9, so gotta get moving.


Much love,

PK the Bookeemonster

Friday, October 8, 2010

Friday


So my newsletter is now at the hotel. I spoke the manager of Kinko's who said, when I asked, that they looked good. It's kinda driving me crazy that I can't see them until Wednesday.


I haven't done Mailbox Monday in a while. Today I received A MARKED MAN by Barbara Hamilton and SHROUD OF DISHONOUR by Maureen Ash.


I did finally finish the Anna Dean, A WOMAN OF CONSEQUENCE, last night. The ending was satisfying. The solution to the crime was satisfying. I am, however, ready to move on. :) I now have a 14-day book from the library that should probably come before these new ones, ICE COLD by Tess Gerritsen. We'll see how it plays out.


Tomorrow, I have to create business cards, get Quickbooks set up, get started on the November issue, etc. It's grown dark and chilly now this evening. How lovely.


Eh, gotta go make dinner now. Have a lovely rest of your Friday.


Much love,

PK the Bookeemonster

Libraries are the best

Thursday, October 7, 2010

Friday Eve


You're probably tired of seeing the same book on the side that I'm reading. Me too. I have got to finish it this weekend. I have simply not had time to read anything in the past couple weeks except for a couple pages before bed. Grrr. At this rate I may just have one book read for the month. Inconceivable! And I can't even tell you the size of my TBR, it's just disgusting.


Well, I've got some kind of stomach bug. I thought it may have gone away after last night but it lingers. Steve may have it too from some of his texts this afternoon. It's nothing debilitating, just grumbly insides and being tired. Better now than next week, in my estimation.


So tonight, with nothing on tv for me, except that I've still not watched the taping of Rubicon from Sunday, I may be able to read a little before sleep. Sleep is sounding very attractive though.


It's so hot today. 82 degrees .... in October for heaven's sake. That's just wrong. I want Autumn. I was promised Autumn. Bah.


TGIF tomorrow. And glad of it other than it is the last day of work for a very nice c0-worker. And it's a 3-day weekend for some people (government employees). Would have been for me other than I have to have the entire week off for my temporary position and then starting all over the week after that. It would have worked out so much better for me if the 3-day-er were next weekend so I could have a day of rest after the trip. How inconvenient. :)


Okay, off you go now.


Much love,

PK the Bookeemonster

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Wednesday


Busy last night. No way of knowing if the newsletter is turning out okay until I get there. And no way to find out if I'm getting subscriptions until after I get back. Don't know about the sales tax. Frustrating.


Busy today at work. I and a coworker are pulled from one daily project and put on another because some claims have been waiting since June.


Busy after work because had to go to a going away thingy and was convinced to stay until 6 but I had to get groceries at Walmart because we were out of everything. Didn't get done unloading and putting away until 8. No walk to Tug tonight. Steve is at shooting. Also my insides are grumbly so I'm just worn out.


Will finish here, read maybe for a little bit, but that's about it.


Much love,

PK the Bookeemonster

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Yay! It's done!!


Big crunch. I have to have the newsletter to the hotel by Friday so I've sent off the file tonight to the printers in San Francisco. It's out of my hands now. Whoa. OMG, I hope this all works.


So tonight, still a little wired. I've got Rehab: Party at the Hard Rock to watch at 8. Steve is gone at a board meeting. I'd like to get some reading time in because I've not done much lately because of the newsletter and I read a little at lunch and it has sparked my interest again.


Tomorrow after work I have to go to a going away party for one of my co-workers -- one of the four of us who started last year as temps. She's young (24 this month) and wants to go have fun in Bozeman. Yeah, I did the same thing at about that age. I don't think I'll stay long though because we are desparately in need of groceries.


Next on the to-do list is to make business cards to take along on the trip. I've got to get some good shoes. And then to get organized. I've volunteered to help out at Bcon: I'll be monitor for a couple of panels and maybe help out at the registration desk on that Friday morning. What can I say? I'm a helper and stage manager -- I like being behind the scenes. :)


Looks like I need to pay some attention to my puppy. He's been not happy with me for several nights so it's payback time.


Much love,

PK the Bookeemonster

Monday, October 4, 2010

Sunday, October 3, 2010

Sunday Seconds

Sunday Seconds -- there are books that I would really love to re-read -- if I could make the time. Sometimes books have profound impacts on one's reading experience. Sometimes you just know these books could be even greater if you could go back and read them with again better understanding and life experiences under your belt. Sometimes books don't hold up the memory the second time around -- that's the risk. Sunday Seconds will be a cataloging of that kind of wish list.

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Fools' Guild Mysteries series:



  • THIRTEENTH NIGHT (1999). Set a decade after the events of Twelfth Night, Feste returns to investigate the murder of the Duke of Orsino.

  • JESTER LEAPS IN (2000). Theophilos (aka Feste), along with his new apprentice Viola, has been sent by the Fool's Guild to investigate the disappearance of some agents in Constantinople.

  • A DEATH IN THE VENETIAN QUARTER (2002). Theophilos and Viola (now a fool, and going under the name Claudia) are investigating the death of Bastiani, a silk merchant and informant.

  • THE WIDOW OF JERUSALEM (2003) is set in Tyre during the Third Crusade, and is set as a story being told in 1204 of events that took place prior to the events recounted in the first three books. Theophilos is trying to broker peace between the various participants. It is based on actual events involving Isabella of Jerusalem and her husband Conrad of Montferrat.

  • AN ANTIC DISPOSITION (2004) is based on Hamlet, but more than that, it is a window into Theo's background.

  • THE LARK'S LAMENT (2007), in which Theophilos is sent to persuade Abbot Folquet, a former troubadour turned monk, to help the Fools' Guild. Whilst Theo is there, a monk is killed and a threatening message left on the monastery walls.

  • THE MONEYLENDER OF TOULOUSE (2008). Theophilos is sent to Toulouse to convince the current Bishop to retire, to be replaced by one more amenable to the Fool's Guild (Abbot Folquet, seen in the previous book). A moneylender who had argued with the Bishop is found dead.

  • THE PARISIAN PRODIGAL (2010) a swashbuckling stranger shows up at Count Raimon VI's chateau in May 1205 claiming to be the count's hitherto unknown brother, Toulouse's ruler taps one of his court's best minds to investigate—Theophilos the fool.

This is one of my favorite historical mystery series. I think the concept is brilliant: court jesters are always present but invisible in the power centers of kings and rulers. The Jester's Guild is a medieval CIA -- keeping a hand in to made sure things go politically advantageously. Gordon's writing and characters are funny but astute.



If you're going to read this series, do start with the first one; it will make more sense and the payoff in AN ANTIC DISPOSITION is much sweeter read in order. That book in particular is rather expensive to get even used.

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I've got to keep truckin' on the newsletter but also to walk Tug, do laundry, etc.



Last night we watched most of The Blind Side, the movie that Sandra Bullock won her Academy Award for. It was actually a very good story. Tonight on tv, I'm loaded up: the series finale of Ice Road Trucker, Rubicon, and PBS Mystery as Wallender II with Kenneth Branagh. I probably won't be able to watch them all.



Much love,

PK the Bookeemonster

Saturday, October 2, 2010

I just feel like sitting in a jungle and staring at plants right now...


Oh my brain is tired and probably no time for a nap now though I don't think I could if I tried. I'm tired but wired.

I'm working on finishing my newsletter and I need two more pages for the printed version to work out. I don't know what to fill it with. I could ask maybe to do some interviews with authors. I've tried to make a crossword puzzle on top of the word search at the back but that's not working out. I need to think about this some more. I've GOT to get this done this weekend.

So I've been working on this all day excerpt for a break to walk Tug. Steve has been gone to help with a gun class. I've (finally) started some laundry and I should vacuum.
I've been plugging away at the Anna Dean. I really need to finish it so I can move on to other things. Uff da.


Have I told you what I'm looking forward to in reading for October? Probably not. Here goes:


SHROUD OF DISHONOUR by Maureen Ash. This is 5th of 5 in series featuring Bascot de Marins, a Templar Knight recovering from imprisonment in the holy lands, in the early 1200s, in England. It comes out this Tuesday the 5th. I've got in on order.


A MARKED MAN by Barbara Hamilton (aka Barbara Hambly). This is 2nd of 2 in series featuring Abigail Adams (John's wife) in Revolutionary America. This comes out on Tuesday. I've got this on order.


THE REVERSAL by Michael Connelly. This is 15th of 15 in series featuring Harry Bosch, a homicide detective in Los Angeles, California, but also has his other series character, Mickey Haller. This comes out on Tuesday. I've got this on order for the Kindle


THE RHETORIC OF DEATH by Judith Rock. Debut. I mentioned this yesterday. This comes out on Tuesday. I've got this on order.


THE SHIMMERING BLOND SISTER by David Handler. This is 7th of 7 in series featuring Mitch Berger, a New York film critic, and Desiree “Des” Mitry, a black police detective, in Dorset, Connecticut. Released on the 12th.


THE LAST RUN by Greg Rucka. This is 3rd of 3 in series featuring Tara Chace, a Special Intelligence Service agent working as an assassin, in the Queen & Country series. Released on the 26th.


DANGEROUS TO KNOW by Tasha Alexander. This is 5th of 5 in series featuring Lady Emily Ashton, a young widow in Victorian London. I've already read it in ARC so I'm not in a rush to pick it up. Released on the 26th


MISCHIEF OF THE MISTLETOE by Lauren Willig. This is 7th of 7 in series featuring Eloise Kelly, a Harvard grad student writing her Ph.D. dissertation on spies of the late 18th and early 19th century, in the Pink Carnation romantic thriller series. This is released on the 28th.


And of course, in the course of working on the newsletter, I've been intrigued by some books so I'll keep an eye out. Truly, I have way to much to read right now and no time to do it.


Much love,

PK the Bookeemonster