It's funny how when everything finally slows down (the house decorated, the presents opened, the meals prepared, Christmas come and gone) there's an anti-climactic lull left to get through. Consequently, I haven't accomplished much today; even dinner is re-heated meat pie from our Christmas Eve. And probably the chocolates as yet unconsumed.I've reworked the header yet again, but this time I'm thrilled with the modernity and bold color of the painting "Reading" by Leslie Marcus. She will stay. For quite some time, I promise.I've opened book after book searching for my next read. Roberto Bolano's 2666? I'm afraid he didn't do the trick. Charles Dickens' Great Expectations? Yes, eventually. Lisa Scottoline's Accused? My goodness her work is trite! So, I've finally decided on Keigo Higashino's Naoko.
It won the Japanese Mystery Writer's Award, and it will do nicely to help me catch up on my poor, neglected Japanese Literature Challenge 7. So far, it's off to a very promising start...
