Finished THE LIMPOPO ACADEMY OF PRIVATE DETECTION

The only problem with these books is that they are too short.  I'd like to revisit.  All problems in this one are tied up, but I am a bit unhappy with the ladies this time--one problem was left for Charlie to work out, the other they relied on Clovis Andersen's advice, though they could have come up with it on their own...they have done it before.  Too star-struck to think, I guess.

I have now started Ghost Story by Jim Butcher.  Harry Dresden is dead and has to solve the mystery of his own murder....long live Harry Dresden...

Finished Obsidian Butterfly

Best Anita Blake book yet.  Mingling a much skewed Aztec mythology with a cautionary tale for plunderers of archeological sites, Hamilton thrills and terrifies and kept me on the edge of my seat until the very end.

I am now about to start The Limpopo Academy of Private Detection by Alexander McCall Smith.

Finished WORLD WITHOUT END

I'll say one thing for Ken Follett...he know how to give a satisfying ending.  Enjoyed the book greatly.  I loved that Merthin found himself crying at the funeral at the end and realized he was crying for "what might have been."  I've done that myself.  Something never happening the way it should have is a loss and deserves some grief.



I have now started Laurell K. Hamilton's Obsidian Butterfly.  Edward (the assassin) has called her in to help him get a true monster, and, for the first time, he is actually fearful.  This promises to be one heck of a monster!



TR has finished Jim Butcher's Side Jobs and is working on the Phrynie Fisher series.  This is a 20's flapper who is well off and dabbles in solving mysteries.  We discovered the series on Saturday nights on PBS and fell in love with it (along with Death in Paradise).  I probably won't read the books--I have enough books in my "to read" pile--but we are both enjoying watching the series.

WORLD WITHOUT END, p 437

There is a saying that Texas has miles and miles of nothing but miles and miles.  Well, Ken Follett seems to write about years and years and years of nothing but misery and toil and disappointment and and misery.  I've decided he is a modern-day Victor Hugo.