I've only finished 3 books in the two weeks I've been away from the blog:
Stash by David Klein
Benny and Shrimp by Katarina Mazetti (thanks to Care!), and
Moose Droppings and Other Crimes Against Nature by Jim Brennan
I'm not even certain how many books I've abandoned for lack of concentration or still need to review, but I'll gather them together and write a list as I'm packing Kiddo for college, purging and all that. His bedroom is scary. Teenagers.
I will be an empty nester within a week!! Like, freak me out, dude.
What the heck am I doing?
Well, besides all the tidying to pack up the Kiddo, we did kind of zip up to Alaska for a week of vacation. This particular trip was Kiddo's graduation gift. There was literally nothing else he wanted, so we offered him a vacation and he chose to return to Alaska -- which is, at this point, apparently his favorite place on the planet because it's cold! The Moose Droppings book was probably a big hint as to where we've been. I bought that at Sam's in Anchorage.
There's a bookmark view, for you -- a pic I took on the Seward Highway. It was one of the few times the sun came out on our trip, but the temperature stayed in the 50's to 60's, most of the time we were in Alaska. We cooled off nicely and we're very happy about that. A little rain didn't ruin the trip. Or, actually, a lot of rain if we must be honest.
There was a parcel from HarperCollins on my porch and may be more at the neighbor's house, as my next-door neighbor kindly watered the plants we hadn't already killed (our green pepper looks great!) and watched the porch, for us. Here's what I got from HarperCollins, "Compliments of the author":
Why Our Decisions Don't Matter by Simon Van Booy
Why We Fight by Simon Van Booy, and
Why We Need Love by Simon Van Booy
Let us pause for a moment of Simon Van Booy fan joy. Thank you Simon and HarperCollins!!! Oh boy, do I have some fun reading ahead of me. We'll see if there's more to come. I also have to go fetch the mail.
How are you doing? Read anything brilliant, lately?
Bookfool, on her 4th load of laundry and occasionally stopping to reassure the furball that I'm still here . . . it's okay . . . she can stop tearing the house apart (please, please).