cyphomandra

I spent three hours yesterday as part of a team running, walking, clambering and sliding around lots of very steep muddy countryside looking for very specific portions of it (rogaining), which actually went better than I'd feared given that my co-navigator got us lost about eight times on the way to the actual event. Today, therefore, I am doing a lot of lying around, thus prompting me to find my usb stick and catch up with my booklog.

( Patrick Gale, Notes from an Exhibition. )

( Jodi Picoult, My sister’s keeper. )

( Georgette Heyer, The foundling. )

( Elizabeth Berg, The pull of the moon. )

( Louisa Alcott, Little Women (re-read). )