Every Day, I Fill the Pages Because I Do Not Wish to Drown

A storm front passed through last night, and now the skies promise to be clear and beautiful for the next week. I intend to make the most of the gorgeous weather by working on the Brandenburg Gate puzzle while the sun shines through the window and watching DVDs. I've also picked out my next book--All That Remains, the third Kay Scarpetta novel.

After this one, methinks I'm going to take a break from the crime novel genre and read in another literary milieu. T.H. White's The Once and Future King has been sitting on my shelf for years as have Neil Gaiman's Anansi Boys and Alice Walker's The Color Purple. There are also a few doorstop tomes from Steven Erickson's Fall of the Malazan Empire series, as well as The Brothers Karamazov, Johnny Got His Gun, and Miracle at St. Anna. Not to mention the pair of zombie apocalypse novels I'm awaiting from Amazon. I love a good whodunit, but sometimes it's good to shift gears and cleanse the intellectual palate. Drink enough, and even the finest wine tastes like hangover.

I'm still plugging stolidly away on the Christoph-centric Sprache interstitial. Fictional!Schneider has proven far more loquacious than I had anticipated, and if I let him, he'd commandeer the story entirely, the sly devil.