Last weekend I actually got out of the house. Went out to dinner with friends, saw a couple of movies, got a ridiculous haircut, etc. This weekend was much more typical, catching up on laundry, reading a couple of books, and I did get out to eat but it seems a little different when you’re doing it on your own. I got to read a lot more. I think someone is playing a prank on me and has told me that The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo is an interesting book and not some dry, corporate shenanigans that are as interesting to me as watching paint dry. Oh, the business trickery! Oh, the cleverness! Oh, the painful boredom!

The pace of foreign mysteries is a bit more languid. I want to tell the author to get the hell on with it. I don’t really give a crap about the detective’s whole family unless it furthers the story. Maybe it’s just the stack of ten physical books and four Kindle books that is making me impatient but come on, I want to see some bad guys get caught here.