So… it’s been a bit quiet around here recently. There was an unexpected death in the family a fortnight ago and there was a bit of impromptu hopping on planes to Sydney. I didn’t get any reading done while I was out there, but I read a bit on the plane: The President’s Hat by Antoine Laurain, a sweet little French piece of nonsense; The Yonahlossee Riding Camp for Girls by Anton DiSclefani, a novel about love and loss set in the Southern 1920s, and Looking for Me by Beth Hoffman, similar themes but a more recent timeframe (late 1990s, I would guess). Reviews to come.
Yesterday I took 5 wickets in our cricket match and was mighty pleased with myself. We still lost.