I don’t know if it was all the craziness of last week or what, but I somehow wound up reading four books at the same time this weekend, which is very unlike me. One of them is Southern Cross the Dog by Bill Cheng, which is already proving to be a book I only want to read on my front porch under the ferns.
And then we have the infamous Tampa. Or soon to be infamous. I’m over the initial shock of it being so much more insane than I imagined, and almost where I can start to form thoughts around it. We’ll see.
I’m also still working my way through Going Clear. My book club is meeting on this at the end of the month, so I’m letting it be my bedside book. Unfortunately, sometimes I fall asleep before I make it there.