It started innocently enough, but before I knew it, I was deep in the fever of reading smutty, emotional male on male romances! Plenty of them. All spring. All summer. Heck, I read another one last night.
It’s always a great pleasure to read a book in one sitting. This one was a great vacation read.
While Vic was gone, I decided it’s time to get serious about my book-making. And sometimes, it’s just helpful for research to go to the place with the most books: the library.
Quick reads are a terrible thing on bike tour, as you spend more time looking for replacement books and reading in camp, than you do biking. Better Henry James on your bike! This summer, however, bent as it is with work and little biking, has been fine for pulp fiction’s swell diversion.
there are many reasons one dies alone at 92. And of course, Gertrude still kept a servant who disappears from the story into the desperation of Great Depression.