Currently at Anchor

No writing yesterday, as I decided to finish one of my books. The Bone Yard was an easy, brainless read. The plot was solid, if ridiculously predictable, and I could have done without the minor subplot of the aged forensic anthropologist angsting over whether or not he had fathered a child with an unbalanced small-town librarian cum criminal mastermind. But it's another book off the shelf, so I'll count it as a small victory. Now to finish both Night Terror and Ghost Road Blues.