The last week of every year always sits funny with me. Not sure why. It just seems like an odd lull between all the holiday hype dying off and the fireworks of the New Year.
So I hope you had a peaceful holiday and were gifted some good reads. It’s cold and wet down in our little corner of the world right now. Perfect reading weather. Which is good, because I’m forcing myself to finish Rubenfeld’s The Interpretation of Murder before tearing into some books I received this week: Kamp’s The United States of Arugula, Curtis’ And A Bottle of Rum, and Bryson’s The Life and Times of the Thunderbolt Kid.
Hope you and yours have a happy New Year!