And probably noise level, the dang little yippers

I'm currently reading BRISTOL HOUSE by Beverly Swerling. This is a stand alone. Here is a description:

In modern-day London, architectural historian and recovering alcoholic Annie Kendall hopes to turn her life around and restart her career by locating several long-missing pieces of ancient Judaica. Geoff Harris, an investigative reporter, is soon drawn into her quest, both by romantic interest and suspicions about the head of the Shalom Foundation, the organization sponsoring her work. He’s also a dead ringer for the ghost of a monk Annie believes she has seen at the flat she is subletting in Bristol House.  In 1535, Tudor London is a very different city, one in which monks are being executed by Henry VIII and Jews are banished. In this treacherous environment of religious persecution, Dom Justin, a Carthusian monk, and a goldsmith known as the Jew of Holborn must navigate a shadowy world of intrigue involving Thomas Cromwell, Jewish treasure, and sexual secrets. Their struggles shed light on the mysteries Annie and Geoff aim to puzzle out—at their own peril.

 It was published in April 2013 and has 416 pages. This is a 14-day loan from the library.

Speaking of the library, of course when it rains it pours. I have three more holds to pick up after work. And I had gotten some next-in-series while I was there yesterday. Looks like I'm set for a couple months, eh?

Deadliest Catch to watch on TV tonight. But mostly, I just wanna read. It's a little over 30 degrees cooler today. Woot! Love the 60s; hate the 100 mark. I know, it's only July.

Much love,
PK the Bookeemonster