Hard to believe it’s almost half over. It’s been much easier than I expected to spend most of the day reading. I haven’t done this since probably college and I doubt I read this much on any given day even then. I’m a slow reader so only 60 pages covered of Aunt Dimity’s Death, but so far I’m enjoying it. Another fantasy really. Poor girl meets unrealistically charming lawyers who offer her short-term a bottomless expense account and very nice fee to write the introduction to a book of children’s stories. (Hope that isn’t giving away too much.) Aunt Dimity was, as far as she knew, a character in childhood stories her mother told her. Lori learns that she was a real person who offers this temporary job and has a mystery to solve to boot. Full of clichés, but well-enough written that I don’t mind. Beating the pants off Agatha Raisin so far.
Having some hummus while a potato bakes. I had given myself permission to gorge, but so far have not. That will probably happen later when I’m bleary in the early morning hours.