Friday, November 23, 2012
I DON'T FEEL LIKE WRITING TODAY
So, on this day-after Thanksgiving, I'm going to forgive myself, offer belated thanks to the many authors who have and continued to delight and inspire me--old friends like Noel Streatfield, Agatha Christie, W. Somerset Maugham, and Laura Ingalls Wilder; and newer delights like Lauren Oliver, Francesca Lia Block, James Howe, Sharon Creech, Holly Black, Gordon Korman, Judy Blundell, Karen Hesse, Louis Sachar, Laurie Halse Anderson--and to give myself over to reading.
I'm in the mood for something with a detective--not necessarily a classic Sherlock Holmesian style but something with some mystery in the air. Also, I like characters with red hair. And some well-written kissing scenes, of course. Judging from the 59 titles on my Goodreads TBR list, I should find something to fit the bill.
Where has the tryptophan or tofurkey-tophan (?!) led you this lazy Friday?
Posted by S Kehoe at 2:11 PM