She's more than respectable. I shall read others in this series, while I try to figure out why Sookie's man-problem-beset heroine bothers me so much less than all the other man-problem-beset UF heroines. Not as dumb as the others is a part of it, certainly, and the men being (on the basis of half a book) warts and all guyz, not pure Id-figures, is another. Possibly it's just a matter of a modicum of style and a congenial voice.
I hadn't realized my mammogram was booked for the same day as the massive Run/ Walk/ Whatever Against Cancer day, but getting into Princess Margaret Hospital through the wall of pink and horns and noise-makers was something of a feat. As ever on a Saturday, the place was empty and I was out in fifteen minutes, with the added plus that my scans were so elegantly crisp and clear that the nice young fresh-from-Taiwan technician asked if they could be used to apply for American College of Radiology Accreditation. "Thank you for having such nice breasts," she said sweetly, a line I have never heard before and certainly never expected to hear now.
