I'm having an awful time reading at the moment. I've been distracted by several things. Sometimes that means that I can lose myself in a book, but other times it means that I'm stuck in the real world. In a fit of discontent, I've started and tossed several books, not even giving some of them the 20 or 50 pages I normally would. 'Off with their heads!'
I did finish two books, one of which I'm not going to review. It was about a British couple and their two dogs. They're looking for a retirement estate in France, someplace where they can shoot wildlife. I tried to overlook that, but it colored my feelings about the book. There were some funny incidences, but I wasn't enjoying myself. Enough said.
The other book I read was The Mill on the Shore by Ann Cleeves. I haven't read a lot of hers, but I think I prefer the ones that take place in the Shetlands. The Mill on the Shore wasn't a compelling read, but I was surprised when the murderer was revealed.
I hope I'll do better in April. I'm still reading Don Quixote and The Travels of William Bartram, both of which I started over a year ago.
Yesterday was the birthday of my first dog, a gorgeous blonde Afghan hound named Sinya's Wild Child. She was my companion when I was a mid-teen, about 50 years ago. I often think about her and the other animals I've loved and lost. Maybe I think about them too much. Gone but definitely not forgotten.
Happy April! Where are those spring flowers?!