I’m buried in books. I had a friend visiting over the last week and took a semi-vacation at the same time. She saw how many review books I have at the moment, and when I emailed her this morning and told her my husband had discovered four more on the doorstep when he left for work, she replied:
“woman killed in her own home by book avalanche. film at 11.”
Don’t worry, I can catch up. (I sound so confident, don’t I?) Today’s review is of J.D. Robb/Nora Roberts’s Immortal in Death. I expect to have another ready to review tomorrow, and we’re cooking from two review cookbooks right now. Speaking of cookbooks, I’ve found that few book bloggers tackle them. But this morning I discovered one that does! Visit the Thin Red Line when you get a chance.
Yesterday I got two fillings for the first time in 20 years. Plus side: dental work has improved a whole lot in the last 20 years. It took very little time, and the only pain was from the injection.
Minus side: there’s just no way to eliminate an entire childhood of accumulated terror regarding the dentist’s chair. Every time I feel the drill bite down I expect pain. A lot of pain. I think I shook during the entire time I was in that office. And really, I feel badly for the dentist on that score, because he’s a nice guy who does a good job, and it’s gotta be tough to know your clients are scared witless.