Santa Ana winds. Sweltering hot. One of my poor dogs has been bitten by a coyote and is now spending any waking (and sleeping) moment I am at home attached to my hip, nursing seven stitches. I will be working all weekend but, midweek, this is how I spent my time.
One. Reading “In the Woods” by Tana French. Where has Tana French been all my life? Or, rather, why have I never picked up any of her books? I like a mystery once in a while, a good whodunnit, and I am partial to Ruth Rendell. Tana French reminds a bit of Rendell: great plot, indepth characters, beautiful writing. Set in Dublin, each book is narrated by a different member of the Murder Squad. I have literally been staying up into the wee hours with this.
Three. This village in Italy could be onto something. Could it be this simple?
Four. I have a friend who fostered children with a view to adoption. Fostering doesn’t automatically lead to adoption – more often it leads to heartbreak, when the children are either put back into the system or a family member claims them. sofagirl sent me these photost for a smile.
Five. In celebration of the good old days, when rock stars were rocks stars. Spotted on sofagirl’s FB page. Hilarious. Do not go there if you are offended by scurrilous language.
Top image: Morena Pedrini