Nor is it a dishwasher I can use

A book has jumped my reading queue. I'm currently reading A DISCOVERY OF WITCHES by Deborah Harkness. Here is a description:

A richly inventive novel about a centuries-old vampire, a spellbound witch, and the mysterious manuscript that draws them together. Deep in the stacks of Oxford's Bodleian Library, young scholar Diana Bishop unwittingly calls up a bewitched alchemical manuscript in the course of her research. Descended from an old and distinguished line of witches, Diana wants nothing to do with sorcery; so after a furtive glance and a few notes, she banishes the book to the stacks. But her discovery sets a fantastical underworld stirring, and a horde of daemons, witches, and vampires soon descends upon the library. Diana has stumbled upon a coveted treasure lost for centuries-and she is the only creature who can break its spell.

It was published in February and has 592 pages. I don't like vampires. I didn't know there was a vampire in this -- no, I guess I didn't read the description. I read the first page and it caught me and then this damn vampire showed up. But I'm liking the book so I'm putting up with it. And I'm reading it all the time. I guess I needed a break from terrorism as I just finished A PORTRAIT OF A SPY and the then THE TEHRAN INITIATIVE shook loose.

I have a working dishwasher as of last night but it's leaking something badly into the downstairs area so I don't have a working dishwasher again until that is fixed. Grrrrrr.

Much love,
PK the Bookeemonster