I finished two this week: The Cuckoo's Calling by J.K. Rowling as Robert Galbraith which I started and abandoned when it first came out, only to come back to it now before reading the sequel. It's a well-written mystery with some noir overtones. The other one was The Book Of Life by Deborah Harkness, the conclusion to the All Souls Trilogy. I won't get into it other than to say I was disappointed. Maybe that's what I deserve for reading a vampire story.
We Didn't Mean to Go to Sea by Declan O'Rourke
Something To Believe by Isobel Campbell and Mark Lanegan
There's absolutely nothing to watch on TV.
Rozy by Vero Profumo. It's beautiful, magical, and puts to shame most other new releases.
NARS Subra Dual Intensity eye shadow.
Frequently Worn Outfit/Item
Little cotton cardigans over just about everything.
Bobby Flay's roasted cauliflower dish that's served at his restaurant Gato. It comes in a peppery sweet and sour marinade, and is probably the best cauliflower I've ever had. We keep ordering it hoping to figure out the secret, but no luck this far.
Shame Inducing Guilty Pleasure
Skipping lunch in favor of consuming scary amounts of watermelon.
The side effects of Benadryl.
Happy, healthy kittens. Kate and Philip are doing wonderfully.
Nick Cave concert next weekend. Mark Lanegan is the opening act.
I could use more maxi dresses.
(For those who read or intending to read the Book of Life) Still better than Renesmee.
How are you doing? Please share your loves, banes, recommendations or random thoughts.
Art: July Night by Frederick Childe Hassam (1898)