Possibly of course it's because most of this month was a saga of stabbing elbows and twinging neck nerves and much money spent on physio and natch lotsa painkillers. Especially when it's dank and mizzly, as today was.
Today's one accomplishment wasn't even mine. Two doors up's morose Son of the House heeded my constant prodding and trimmed my hedge into bare twiggery. I've not been able to touch it since May (see previous paragraph), but drought and ill-health prevented it from becoming a monstrosity. Now with dead wood removed one can see through it all along its length. My side has no green left at all, just wooden uprights like the back of a stage set. The other side still looks like a green hedge, more or less. Ruthless rimming may result in burgeoning green come springtime.
Gladstone, Full Fathom Five
Parker, The Black Arrow
Adams, ed, The Unlikely Adventures of Sherlock Holmes
Green, ed, Cosmopolitan Crimes
Burgis, Kat Incorrigible
Parker, The Convict's Sword
Burgis, Stolen Magic
Foster, Pandemonium and Parade
Black Arrow qualifies as my one reading challenge entry ('title contains a colour') and the youkai book qualifies for my unofficial 'read those big books that have been on the shelf since forever' challenge. (Other entries to date- Hero with a Thousand Faces, A Natural History of Dragons, The Crown of Dalemark, Dan Leno and the Limehouse Golem, The Bucks and Bawds of London Town, Raffles the Amateur Cracksman, The Conference of the Birds... Sheer relief.) But I still need to read four more mainland Chinese writers and four diaspora ones from my own collection to qualify. And of course all I want to read is Akitada.