Sunday Salon: Wolf made me do it

 Good morning, my lovelies.  I seriously had to sit here and think hard about my past week before I wrote it all down.  It wasn't necessarily a pleasurable one for sure.  Every day but Wednesday I had a kid home sick, plus I had the crud as well.  I had a female doctor appointment with a bit of unpleasantness.  About 50 tons of pollen falling from the trees, resulting in not only red eyes and sneezing but daily yard and pool labor.  The air conditioner upstairs blew out.  Blah.

So it may not shock you to hear that I only made it two weeks into the "no alcohol" Lenten sacrifice (hanging head in shame).  Yeah well, it just wasn't happening.  I gave up Diet Coke instead.  The final straw in my whole undoing this week was a rather incredible but disturbing reading adventure with Mo Hayder's upcoming release "Wolf" (coming in May).  She is amazing, this women, but she is SICK AND TWISTED.  And I love it.  But it was the last straw.  So sue me.  After I finished it, I quickly plucked "The Expats" by Chris Pavone from my shelves, in preparation for his arrival at our local book festival in a couple of weeks.  But I've not progressed with it.  I'm still too..unsettled from "Wolf".  So I'll blame Hayder for my weakness.

On audio I finished Laura Lippman's "After I'm Gone", which was a little quieter than I thought it would be, but was great storytelling, with good discussable plotting, and a satisfying ending.  I also finished "This Dark Road to Mercy" by the most incredible Wiley Cash, which was also quieter than his previous novel and great storytelling.  I'm now about halfway through "A Burnable Book" by Bruce Holsinger, narrated by Simon Vance, yo.  However I am not digging this audio at all.  The only thing that is keeping me in the game is Simon.  I hope it turns around here soon, or I will have wasted 12 hours of my life.

Speaking of Simon, I need to just mention, because you know I feel that audio narrators are ROCKS GODS, that my son went to Megacon this weekend here in town.  (In case you aren't aware, this is a celebration of geekdom in the best way, with all stuff involving graphic novels, TV shows, movies and video games.)  ANYWAY, my dear child scored an autograph from Wil Wheaton because he knows I love him.  Because Wil is an audio rock god, among fifty other reasons to love that man.  My son told him that his mama loved him.   I thought it was pretty cool.
  

While he was rubbing elbows with Wil and the cast of the Walking Dead and a badass from Assassins Creed, my hubby and I were at the Bay Hill golf tournament, which was fun.  Adam Scott IS a talk drink of water.  We won't discuss how we were trying to find our car and ended up walking like five miles because "someone" has a bad sense of direction.  Details.  I just know "someone" owes me a foot rub.

Besides church today, there is nothing on the schedule. NOTHING.  Maybe I'll get a running start on "The Expats".  Lay by the pool with pollen falling gently down into my hair like delicate flakes of snow.  Hope everyone has a relaxing day of reading.  What is everyone up to?