We finally got some cold weather. Don’t know how long it will last. I went from having the air conditioner on Monday to the heat yesterday.
Still I have some pretty blooms to enjoy.
The electrician came Tuesday while I was having the echocardiogram. The manager had told me to put the dogs in the bedroom with a note on the door telling him not to open it.
I got home and there was a message from my neighbor saying that the electrician had been to my apartment, but couldn’t do anything because of the dogs in the bedroom.
The fuse box is in the bedroom. Not sure why the manager instructed me to put the dogs in there then. Because obviously he can’t drill into the wall and do electrical work without turning off the power.
The electrician came back in the afternoon and did the work.
New Books To Read…
Yesterday two new books came in the mail.
The Deep Dark Descending and The Resurrection Of Joan Ashby
A homicide detective hunts down his wife’s killers while struggling between his thirst for revenge and a twinge of conscience forbidding him to take the law into his own hands.
Homicide Detective Max Rupert never fully accepted his wife’s death, even when he believed that a reckless hit-and-run driver was to blame. Haunted by memories both beautiful and painful, he is plagued by feelings of unfinished business.
When Max learns that, in fact, Jenni was murdered, he must come to terms with this new information—and determine what to do with it.
Struggling to balance his impulses as a vengeful husband with his
obligations as a law enforcement officer, Max devotes himself to
relentlessly hunting down those responsible.
For most of his life, he has thought of himself as a decent man. But now he’s so consumed with anguish and thoughts of retribution that he finds himself on the edge, questioning who he is and what he stands for.
On a frozen lake at the US–Canadian border, he wrestles with decisions that could change his life forever, as his rage threatens to turn him into the kind of person he has spent his entire career bringing to justice.
I viewed the consumptive nature of love as a threat to
serious women. But the wonderful man I just married believes as I do—work is paramount, absolutely no children—and now love seems to me quite marvelous.
These words are spoken to a rapturous audience by Joan Ashby, a brilliant and intense literary sensation acclaimed for her explosively dark and singular stories.
When Joan finds herself unexpectedly pregnant, she is stunned by Martin’s delight, his instant betrayal of their pact. She makes a fateful, selfless decision then, to embrace her unintentional family.
Challenged by raising two precocious sons, it is decades before she finally completes her masterpiece novel. Poised to reclaim the spotlight, to resume the intended life she gave up for love, a betrayal of Shakespearean proportion forces her to question every choice she has made.
Epic, propulsive, incredibly ambitious, and dazzlingly written, The Resurrection of Joan Ashby is a story about sacrifice and motherhood, the burdens of expectation and genius.
Cherise Wolas’s gorgeous debut introduces an indelible
heroine candid about her struggles and unapologetic in her ambition.