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text 2018-10-22 22:45
Reading progress update: I've read 86 out of 271 pages.
The Sittaford Mystery - Agatha Christie

‘Is—is that all?’

 

‘I think it possible, Mr Pearson, that it may be necessary to detain you until after the inquest.’

 

‘Oh! my God,’ said Jim Pearson. ‘Can nobody help me?’

 

At that moment the door opened and a young woman walked into the room. She was, as the observant Inspector Narracott noted at once, a very exceptional kind of young woman. She was not strikingly beautiful, but she had a face which was arresting and unusual, a face that having once seen you could not forget. There was about her an atmosphere of common sense, savoir faire, invincible determination and a most tantalizing fascination.

Emily!

Emily to the rescue!

What an entrance!

 

One of the weird aspects of this book is that the police investigation that follows the murder is both boring and ... dragging. The book really only starts when Emily comes on the scene.

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text 2018-10-22 16:27
Reading progress update: I've read 220 out of 496 pages.
Black Sun Rising - C.S. Friedman

 

I am loving this fantasy novel.  It has refreshing differences and comfortable similarities to so much fantasy that I've read.

 

 

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text 2018-10-21 23:11
Reading progress update: I've read 1 out of 271 pages.
The Sittaford Mystery - Agatha Christie

How's this for scene setting?

Major Burnaby drew on his gum boots, buttoned his overcoat collar round his neck, took from a shelf near the door a hurricane lantern, and cautiously opened the front door of his little bungalow and peered out.

The scene that met his eyes was typical of the English countryside as depicted on Xmas cards and in old-fashioned melodramas. Everywhere was snow, deep drifts of it— no mere powdering an inch or two thick. Snow had fallen all over England for the last four days, and up here on the fringe of Dartmoor it had attained a depth of several feet. All over England householders were groaning over burst pipes, and to have a plumber friend (or even a plumber’s mate) was the most coveted of all distinctions.

It's not particularly cold where I am reading this - I don't even have the heating on - but this opening scene does make me want to make some hot chocolate.

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photo 2018-10-21 17:18

Vanitas (Date unknown) by Sébastien Stoskopff (1597-1657) [x]

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