It’s the last day of February, hooray (come on, Spring). I’ve been re-reading Dick Francis because I didn’t want any new stories getting in my head while I’m cutting Nita, and he’s all British racing which is nothing like Nita.

What did you read this week?

So what good book did you read this week, huh?

It’s Valentine’s Day! Take the day off and read a romance!

(Side Note: Last night, I was reading Going Postal by Terry Pratchett again (published in 2004) when I realized the bad guy–a lying, exploitive, money-grubbing son of a bitch named Reacher Gilt–lived in Tump Tower. I swear, I’ve read this book at least ten times and that joke never landed until now. Pratchett is just the best.)

I think Mercury is in Fucked again because things are falling apart everywhere I look, and not just for me. Solution: Read. Comfort reads, new books, soup cans, crochet instructions, the twitter feeds about Pelosi’s shade clap, the ingredients in dog cookies, just read. I was talking to my new therapist who is a genius, and she said, “One of the books I read this year is my favorite ever. Good Omens.” I shrieked and said, ‘Pratchett and Gaiman! That’s my favorite, too!” So I reread Good Omens because it reminds me that people are basically good. Also that any tape left in a car too long becomes a Best of Queen tape. I must get a Best of Queen CD for my car and leave it in there. Right now there’s just the Guardians of the Galaxy soundtrack (the first one) and there’s only so many times you can hear “Please go all the way” before you really need some Freddie.

Where was I? Oh, right. What did you read this week?