Being the musings of a Yorkshire lass living in the USA. I'm a book geek, bird nerd, grammar Nazi, and hockey nut. Sarcasm is my default setting.
Have just returned to chilly Massachusetts after spending the past week in Florida doing plenty of birding, getting a bit of culture at the Salvador Dali museum, and getting my sports fix by attending a Red Sox spring training game and a Tampa Bay Lightning game.
The birding as always was fabulous. Florida definitely has the best birds. We even managed to add three more birds to the life list. Marbled godwit, Nanday parakeet, and a great horned owl.
The owl was a treat, but was too far away for decent photos. Which was a shame because, there was an utterly adorable owlet in the nest with an adult close by.
The godwit was one of those where we had no idea what it was, so had to take some hurried pictures for ID purposes later.
And the parakeets were amazing. They aren't native to the US but colonies have been built up via escapees and there are now enough of them for the American Birding Association to include them in the list of US birds.
Clockwise starting from top left: Wood stork, green heron, sandhill cranes, great egret.
And here are our lifers (slightly blurry pics, but they were a little bit too far away to get a decent shot).
I remember one night when we ate a dish of elder, which is cow's udder pressed and cooked, and I was devouring it and saying that I had not eaten so well since I was a child, and poor Willibald could not finish a mouthful. He looked as though he wanted to be sick, and I mocked him for being a weak-spined southerner.
Ah, the good old North/South divide. Nothing has changed much since 878.
This reminds me of the time when the company I work for was trying to encourage more women in the workplace. Diane Patrick was invited to speak. She is a senior counsel, an advocate for women's rights, and charity spokesperson.
She was introduced to us as the wife of the Governor of Massachusetts.
I sometimes wonder what century I'm living in.
The previous book in the series could have easily been the final one. Henry VIII is dying and Shardlake is doing one final job for Queen Catherine Parr. But at the end, he is introduced to Henry's 'least important child', the Lady Elizabeth...
And this is where book seven in the fantastic Matthew Shardlake series starts. Henry is dead and England is now being ruled by Edward VI; though as he is only nine years old, Thomas Seymour is acting as Protector (and not making a very good job of it).
The Lady Elizabeth has summoned Shardlake to Hatfield because she wants him to go to Norfolk and investigate the murder of a woman who was married to a distant relative of hers. During the investigation, he is caught up in the social unrest which is sweeping the country and finds himself assisting the rebel, Robert Kett in his camp outside Norwich.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kett%27s_Rebellion (for those who want to know how the rebellion ended).
I loved this a lot. Even though I knew how the rebellion ended, the mystery kept me entertained, and it was fab to see Jack Barak again. And I can't wait to see how Shardlake's relationship with Elizabeth unfolds.
And now the Lady Mary has got involved. This is not going to end well.
I notice the Booklikes library doesn't seem to have this version of the book. It says it's a paperback with 656 pages. I'm actually reading a hardback with 866 pages.
The ISBN is 978-0-316-41242-1 just in case there's a friendly librarian around.
Yay! Jack Barak is back.
I've been in upstate New York this week on the team-building exercise from hell. Karaoke? Seriously? We INTJ's don't like that kind of thing.
Another exercise involved us all discussing the one item we'd have if we were stranded on a desert island. Obviously my choice was a Kindle (fully loaded, natch), and everyone pooh-poohed it and said I'd be better off with a mirror so I could signal for help. Nah, dude. I don't want to be rescued, thanks all the same.
And I totally aced the 'tell one lie and two truths' game.
But I'm now back home and ready to dive straight back into the world of Matthew Shardlake.
Thankfully, Lies Sleeping didn't end on a cliff-hanger (I really hate it when that happens), and a few storylines were tied up, but there's still a lot of mileage in Lesley's story arc, and Bev and Peter's romance has taken a new turn. But the best thing is, Molly has a new BFF. Can't wait to see how that's going to pan out.