We had a little mishap last week where Mouse fell in such a way as to land on my ankle just so, causing a very mild sprain. It isn't bad, fortunately, and despite my failing to baby it as I probably should, it seems to be healing. It was too busy a weekend to be off my feet.
I went with my daughter and her class on a school field trip Friday, followed by my daughter's best friend's school carnival that evening. Mouse had a blast playing the different games set up for the kids. Saturday Mouse had her final soccer class of the season. This was her first season playing with the older children, and it was a bit challenging for her at times. She's the smallest and not as fast as the others. Regardless, she enjoys herself and likes playing with the other children. Sunday, my family and I participated in the Cure SMA Walk-n-Roll fundraiser in an effort to raise money and attention for Spinal Muscular Atrophy. The walk was well attended and everyone seemed to have a good time. Mouse got to try on a pair of handcuffs for the first time and sat in the back of an arson investigator's car.
I am looking forward to this weekend, the passing of Halloween, and when we can settle in and relax a little. Hopefully.
Yesterday I finished reading Fingersmith by Sarah Waters, just in time for the final week of the read-a-long hosted by Jennifer at Literate Housewife. I have not yet attempted to write a review--I am not sure where to start. I have enjoyed being part of the discussion of the book. Feel free to hop on over and join in, if you'd like!
I am back to reading two books at once, Jim Snowden's The Summer of Long Knives, a mystery set in Nazi controlled Germany just before World War II, and Last Train to Babylon by Charlee Fam (which I featured last week).
What are you reading at the moment? Is it something you would recommend?
Every Tuesday Diane from Bibliophile By the Sea hosts
First Chapter First Paragraph Tuesday Intros, where
participants share the first paragraph (or a few) of a
book they are reading or thinking about reading soon.
The draw for me to this particular book, The Summer of Long Knives by Jim Snowden, was more the setting and time period rather than the crime itself. Lately when I see mention of a "young girl" as a murder victim I tend to run the other way. Still, I enjoy a good mystery. I have not paid too close attention to the reviews of this one coming out knowing I would be reading it now, although I know they are somewhat mixed.
As his car crunched his car crunched the gravel on the side of the road next to the Epp Farm, Kommissar Rolf Wundt once again had to lean forward, pinch the bridge of his nose, and force his eyes open. Last night, he and Klara had left the dishes for the next morning, so the French press that usually provided him with sunrise fuel was lying in pieces in the sink when Inspector Hans-Josef banged on his door at a quarter to five. As a consequence, Rolf's perception of the ride from Munich consisted of snatches of crime related mutterings--body found, young girl stripped to the waist, message carved in chest--blended with fading images of last night's dream whose narrative was gone but whose imagery had been dominated by bats, moons, and a strange hurdy-gurdy melody.Would you continue reading?
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