Monday
Both salesperson (sick) and service manager (chronic) out today. But it's slower than heck. We've hit the yearly lull.
I read on Saturday MRS. QUINN'S RISE TO FAME by Olivia Ford. Stand alone.
Nothing could be more out of character, but after fifty-nine years of marriage, as her husband Bernard’s health declines, and her friends' lives become focused on their grandchildren—which Jenny never had—Jenny decides she wants a little something for herself. So she secretly applies to be a contestant on the prime-time TV show Britain Bakes. Whisked into an unfamiliar world of cameras and timed challenges, Jenny delights in a new-found independence. But that independence, and the stress of the competition, starts to unearth memories buried decades ago. Chocolate teacakes remind her of a furtive errand involving a wedding ring; sugared doughnuts call up a stranger’s kind act; a simple cottage loaf brings back the moment her life changed forever. With her baking star rising, Jenny struggles to keep a lid on that first secret—a long-concealed deceit that threatens to shatter the very foundations of her marriage. It’s the only time in six decades that she’s kept something from Bernard. By putting herself in the limelight, has Jenny created a recipe for disaster?
Published 2024; 384 pages. 5 stars. I inhaled it during sprints on Saturday afternoon. All in one sitting. The description of baking and food is divine.
No sprints tonight. And I learned that the March wedding I was trying to hurry to get an afghan done for ... is NEXT year.
Which is a good thing because I haven't decided which pattern to go with for the two I'd like to do. These are my options:
They are easier to do than what they appear which is the point. I've got Steve's dinner going in the crockpot. So tonight reading and crocheting on either Steve's afghans or my genre blanket because I'm behind in that.
Have a good day
Much love,
PK the Bookeemonster
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