Thursday

Okay, so. David Mitchell's The Bone Clocks. Short version: I agree with the reviews in The New Yorker and Slate. For me, parts of it are great, but as a whole it just doesn't work. ( Cut so people who don't want to read more blathering don't have to ...  )

So. Three stars. I have seen a few people saying Mitchell has made noises about writing a sequel, which, if true, might change my rating upwards.

Am now reading Kathryn Ma's The Year She Left Us, which is about a Chinese girl adopted by a Chinese-American family in California. So far (first fifty pages or so) it is very good and a real page-turner.

Also, yesterday I stopped by PetsMart to get doggy shampoo, and picked up a Blue Buffalo Wilderness Wild Chew. See what the label says? "Hours of chewing enjoyment"? Yeah, Chango ate the whole thing in about ten minutes. THE WHOLE THING. Hours of chewing enjoyment, not so much, Blue Fuffalo (heh, my typo but I'm leaving it because it's better this way). :D

Still warm and humid. Blah. Oh, and also? St. Dalfour pineapple and mango conserve is DELICIOUS.

OH! And while my connection with the country is about 350 years in the past -- good luck, Scotland, whichever path you choose.