I haven't been reading as much as I have in the past (which was way too much), due to an effort to exercise more and try to get a bit more organized. I just finished reading Twilight. Yep. I succumbed to the pressure of reading this "teenage love story". My friend Denise lent it to me and she said she couldn't put it down. I read two other books before I finally agreed to pick it up. I was mesmerized!! I love Anne Rice and her vampire series and this was somewhat similar, although not nearly as dark and sexy. But sadly, I finished it this morning, and now I feel bereft without the characters swimming around in my head, keeping my mind off of other things.

Another book I really enjoyed, that was laugh out loud funny was Reginald Hill's latest Fat Andy novel, The Price of Butcher's Meat. Detective Superintendent Andy Dalziel and Chief Inspector Peter Pasco once again go head to head to solve a crime. This time, Fat Andy is convalescing at a clinic after what happened to him in the last book, Death Comes for the Fat Man. Inspector Dalziel is extremely rough around the edges, gruff, profane and crude and you just have to love him. He's also one of the funniest characters in my opinion.

Also up this month was another Anne Tyler novel, Back when we were Grownups. I love Anne Tyler and her books show how confusing emotionally it is to grow older, especially for women, where youth is such a prize. This was about a middle aged woman who married young, into an overwhelming family of stepchildren and a family business that she took over when her husband died not too long after they were married. She sort of wakes up, many years later, and wonders how she got there. I get this feeling quite often... how did this happen? How did I get to almost 50 and just be in this spot in my life? You know the feeling.

A quick read, and one of my favorite excursions is to read Dick Francis. Mr. Francis has teamed up with his son, Felix, and has written a book called Silks. I liked it, maybe not as much as others, but it was a nice diversion from reality. The good guy always comes out on top with Dick Francis, which may be too predictable to some people, but I find it comforting.

Last but not least, at least not least in fun, if not in literary quality was Plum Lucky, the latest of the in between Stephanie Plum novels that Janet Evanovich seems to pluck out of the air every six months or so. Stephanie Plum is an adorable bails bondsman in Trenton New Jersey. Many handsome men, shady crooks, quirky family members and coworkers people these books and they are a hoot.

As always, I'd love to know what you are reading. Happy Spring!






