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.
"If fortune smiles on us, this will be your only wedding. This will be a formal affair. Your bride will be wearing a breathtaking gown, you will be wearing a tuxedo, and I will watch you two exchange vows and kiss in front of our entire family and all of our friends, and I will glow with pride at this moment. You will not rob me of that joy. Later I will talk to your father about it and tell him how beautiful it was. Am I making myself clear?"
The Scourge of Mexico and the most terrifying Prime in Houston unhinged his manly jaws and said the only thing he could, "Yes, Mother."
A fun introduction to the next installment in the Hidden Legacy universe. Nevada and Rogan are about to be married. and Nevada's sister, Catalina is using her newly acknowledged powers to find out who has stolen the bride's tiara and why someone is trying to poison the wedding party. But worse than that, she is also the wedding planner and it's hard work trying to convince a very stubborn bride that blue lilacs are totally wrong for the bouquet.
The Faceless Man, wanted for multiple counts of murder, fraud, and crimes against humanity, has been unmasked and is on the run. Peter Grant, Detective Constable and apprentice wizard, now plays a key role in an unprecedented joint operation to bring him to justice.
But even as the unwieldy might of the Metropolitan Police bears down on its foe, Peter uncovers clues that the Faceless Man, far from being finished, is executing the final stages of a long-term plan. A plan that has its roots in London's two thousand bloody years of history, and could literally bring the city to its knees.
Another excellent instalment in the Rivers of London series. My only complaint is there isn't enough Molly.
I think this was better than the first book, but there were definitely some rambly moments that could have been dispensed with without losing anything. And there was still quite a bit of telling rather than showing, though this could be down to the translation from the Italian rather than lazy writing.
But I enjoyed it, and thanks to the enormous cliffhanger ending, I will definitely pick up the third book when it's published.