![]() ![]() My ?th time reading, as Tey is a fixture on the favourites shelf. Wait, the mist is parting… (Aided by a pass through the house and an examination of the main reading spots.)įirst off, the book in hand at present, Miss Pym Disposes by Josephine Tey (1946). The sad thing is that I am sitting here and not remembering what I’ve been reading – it’s all lost in the fog of that part of my brain. To be absolutely honest, it’s about the normal state of busy (which translates to quite well occupied indeed), but the book blog has indeed slipped into the neglected category on the want-to-do list, and that makes me most unhappy, because I do truly like rambling on about what obscure gems (or otherwise) I’ve just dragged home from my latest book-hunting excursion. ![]() Hard to focus this time of year, what with the garden and all. ![]() ![]() I hung my head in bibliophilic shame, and dissembled not very cleverly. “I’ve noticed you haven’t been posting on the blog for quite a while.” “So, read any good books lately?” my friend cheerfully asked me yesterday when we were playing catch-up on personal news at the first Farmers’ Market of the season. ![]()
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