Sunday, September 26, 2004

Frivolity

I've been working way too hard to read anything much, but just detoured from work stuff to race through Deborah Crombie's Now May You Weep. I've got a soft spot for her books, though they are truthfully (as the friend who loaned this one to me says) awfully in the category of "British-procedurals-written-by-Anglophilic-Americans." This one's in the Highlands, with lots of color about whiskey distilleries: you can imagine the tax writeoff that year for a big trip to Scotland...

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