From a murdered nanny to a baby penguin to center court at the US Open. My reading life has no theme and I've made peace with it.
Last, now, next is back after I let my reviewing slide for a bit. No apologies, just catching up.
LAST: The Neighbors Are Watching by Aggie Blum Thompson. A slow burn suburban thriller set in a too-perfect neighborhood outside DC. Empty nester Caren blacks out after a graduation party and becomes convinced someone drugged her. She teams up with a new neighbor who is obsessed with solving the murder everyone else wants to forget. Rich people behaving badly, manicured lawns hiding ugly things. My kind of mess.
NOW: How the Penguins Saved Veronica by Hazel Prior. My book club pick. An eighty five year old woman who is wealthy, cranky, and estranged from her family decides to fly to Antarctica to see the penguins she watched on TV, whether the scientists want her there or not. She is exactly the kind of difficult old lady I hope to become. Family, second chances, and yes, a baby penguin. I am not made of stone.
NEXT: The Open Era by Edward Schmit. My library hold finally is in. It follows the first openly gay man to compete in a Grand Slam as he handles the spotlight, an anxiety disorder, and a slow burn thing with his biggest rival, all during two weeks at the US Open. A tennis romance is nowhere near my usual lane and that is the whole point.
That is the range. Murder, penguins, tennis. Tell me your brain works any differently.












