Happy Friday, all! The tulips are blooming on Park Avenue, trees are casually flinging showers of pink petals across the street, and I’ve been trying to settle down and get to work on my very neglected next book.
After bouncing hard off a recent thriller (WHY are all the characters so unpleasant?), I abandoned my TBR pile and took refuge in some comfortable re-reads:
— Sarah Caudwell’s The Sibyl in her Grave (sadly, the last of her brilliant Hilary Tamar mysteries), in which Oxford don Hilary Tamar is called upon to untangle a mystery involving a succession crisis at a major merchant bank, the death of a fortune teller, and a missing Virgil frontispiece. It’s impossible to explain the sheer glorious erudite lunacy of these books. I wish there were more.
— Agatha Christie’s Death in the Clouds, a locked airplane mystery, in which Hercule Poirot must use zee leetle gray cells to determine how a woman was murdered in plain sight on an aeroplane, possibly with a dart dipped in obscure snake venom.
— Angela Thirkell’s High Rising, the first of her very long-running and charming Barsetshire series, set in the English countryside in the 1930s. Author of popular novels Laura Morland finds herself embroiled with village drama while trying to meet her deadlines and dealing with her maddening son, Tony.
What have you been reading this week?
p.s. next week the Pinkorama goes live! Starting Monday, I’ll be posting the entries in this year’s Pinkorama contest. I can’t wait to share them with you!