For the first time in ages I have given up on reading a title. The Stephen Frey book defeated me. What first looked like an interesting story about smoke jumpers in Montana became, for me, a mish-mash of several stories which didn't link well, some women who were very obviously going to become the romantic interest, and the stereotypical good and bad guys. In fact I even returned it to the Library without having a peek at the ending. After that Fiona O'Brien's Without Him is, for me, a better read even if it would probably be decried as chick-lit by some.
Checking book lists today for ordering revealed some more titles which add interest to the job - Justice for hedgehogs (about philosophy believe it or not), Teenage as a second language (I could have used this years ago) and Seriously senior moments : or have you bought this book before? (I can relate to this).
But now the weekend is here and while I may have given up on the book I didn't give up on the quilt, naturally. My one large quilt is now two smaller ones which means more borders to make. Oh, joy!
Hopefully I can sort that out this weekend, because I intend to begin putting together projects to take with me on an upcoming two week North Island trip. I'm looking forward to finding quilt shops, poking my nose into other libraries, catching up on reading and visiting family. Only another two weeks of work before holiday time!
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