I’ve been on a ‘thriller’ kick recently, because I’ve been needing to keep my brain engaged while I’m nursing my three-month-old. These “next Gone Girl”s seem to be sitting well, because they’re mostly interesting enough that I want to keep reading them even when I’m tired and brain-dead. (When I’m all the way tired, though, I’m doing a Dorothy Sayers reread. That’s a lot of fun, and I know the stories well enough that my brain can gloss over bits and I don’t lose out!) The Widow is one […]
Grasping at Straws
Four women, innumerable lies, one secret. One morning, three women in London get a text message saying only “I need you” – and all three know at once what to do and where to go. The women were schoolmates and best friends at an out-of-the-way boarding school years before, and their penchant for making a game out of lying to their peers and teachers made them fast friends while isolating them from those around them. Now, a secret in their shared past is threatening to […]
Not Bad as a Background Soundtrack to Age of Empires II
I have a three-month-old son, and one of the ways we often spend our afternoons is with him napping and me playing on the computer. I can knock out a round of Age of Empires II in an hour, and I often put on an audiobook (usually of a book I’ve read before, so I don’t have to pay much attention) and listen throughout my game and for the rest of the afternoon when the little buddy wakes up.
Unflinching
One of the best parts of reading Tana French’s Dublin Murder Squad books (and there are many best parts, I’ve gotta say) is that you can dive into any of them and get nearly the full experience and feeling even if you haven’t read all of them.
Living Strong
I’m a gym nerd, as we affectionately refer to ourselves on the gymternet. I have a tumblr appropriately full of tumbling gifs, a Patreon subscription to Lauren Hopkins’ Gymternet site, and a YouTube history full of old meets that I’ve watched a thousand times.
Better Than Being There
The number one thing I learned from How To Be A Tudor, by charming and intelligent historian Ruth Goodman, is that I’m glad I’m not a Tudor.