|09:24 pm - Reading Wenesday again|
Sinus blergies have reached that rare, once in a decade point, where I have lost all sense of taste and smell. This lets me live as others do, unassailed by other people's deodorant or the slightly off contents of the garbage bag. OTOH there's the workplace drawback of not knowing who has a soiled diaper, kind of a necessity if a child will refuse to sleep or sit in a highchair because of same.
The first two Split Worlds books, well enough as far as they go but wearisome in their chronic betrayal and backstabbing topoi.
Wading through vol 3, hoping for some closure. Put aside for
Agatha Christie, Ordeal by Innocence, anent someone's write up of the series, which is not the Christie I wanted, so put aside for
George Mann, Further Encounters of Sherlock Holmes, in spite of a resolution not to read any more Mann edited anthologies, though I think I may already have read this one. The titles are unfamiliar but the plot of at least the first story rings bells. Well, we shall see.
Something, no doubt. Tried the biography of da Vinci, couldn't get into it. May have to go back to some classic like the Inferno or the Kalevala.