The Drifters! (Yes, I know it’s a Christmas song and we’re multi-holiday here, but c’mon, it’s The Drifters. Also an Argh tradition since 2010, Clyde McPhatter and Bill Pinckney forever.)
Since this is the US Thanksgiving Day, it behooves me to give a shout-out to one of my favorite cookbooks, Rick Rodgers’ Thanksgiving 101, which has the best gravy recipe, and let’s face it, Thanksgiving is all about the gravy. Plus it’s only two bucks which is always something to be thankful for.
So, what books sparked gratitude in you this holiday? (It doesn’t matter if this isn’t your Thanksgiving, we should be grateful for books all year round.)
If you’re in the US, you’re probably staring down a frozen turkey and not being thankful for it. If you’re not in the US, be thankful for that: half of our government is evil whack jobs and we’re going to be dealing with leftover bird for at least a week. (Favorite turkey moment still: WKRP’s “As God is my witness, I thought turkeys could fly.”)
So what have you been up to lately?
I just deleted over 600 unread e-mails. Part of this is because I was the victim of an e-mail cluster bomb, and part because I just got behind and gave up. They’re all gone now, but if you e-mailed me in that 600+ cluster, I did not read your e-mail. Please resend.
In other news . . .
Our own Deb Blake has a new book out, Doggone Deadly, and it sounds doggone good. (Pause for moan from Argh People over lame opening line.). It’s the latest in the Kari Stuart Catskills Pet Rescue Mystery series. If you’ve missed Deb on here (it’s possible, her anti-spam software had a spat with the blog and she was tragically exiled for awhile), Deborah Blake is the author of the Baba Yaga Series from Berkley (Wickedly Dangerous, Wickedly Wonderful, Wickedly Powerful), as well as the Broken Rider Series, and the Veiled Magic series. She has also published eleven books on modern witchcraft with Llewellyn Worldwide, along with a tarot and an oracle deck. When not writing, Deborah runs The Artisans’ Guild, a cooperative shop she founded with a friend in 1999, and also works as a jewelry maker, tarot reader, and energy healer. She lives in a 130-year-old farmhouse in rural upstate New York with various cats who supervise all her activities, both magical and mundane.
What in your wild life made you smile this week?
I finished up the last of my Ngaio Marsh read–there are 33 of them, so it’s taken awhile–and I think my favorite is A Surfeit of Lampreys (#10 about an eccentric family named Lamprey), but Artists in Crime (#6, Alleyn falls in love) is good, too, and Swing, Brother, Swing (#15, another insane family) is so much fun, and all of the books set in the theatre, and the ones set in New Zealand and . . . basically, they’re all good.
But I still needed to read something so I went back to Pratchett and read Vetinari’s lecture to Moist: “No practical definition of freedom would be complete without the freedom to take the consequences. Indeed, it is the freedom upon which all the others are based.” Then Moist signed the contract as “Ethel Snake,” and I realized that if I ever do take a pseudonym, it’s gonna be “Ethel Snake.” “For the best in romcom, read Ethel Snake!” “That Ethel Snake sure does know how to write dialogue.” “Whatever happened to Ethel Snake?”
Enough about me, what did you read this week?
This is week is Make Stuff In Worsted Yarn because scarves and hats for Christmas are always good, and worsted makes it fast. Then I can go back to my regularly scheduled fingering weight projects and be leisurely again. This year it’s Chroma Twist in Wedneday (blacks and grays) and Cousteau (blues) so easy and fun.
What did you work on this week?
Bob’s follow up to Agnes and the Hitman, Shane and the Hitwoman, is out today, with a kickass heroine named Phoebe and more wedding snafus. It’s back to Two Rivers with another wedding debacle in progress and Rhett drooling on everything, but the danger is new and international and worse than that, Shane’s going to have to deal with his relationship with Agnes as their careers collide.
My daughter called this week and we talked for over an hour about non-emergency things; happiness is your kid growing up to be an kind, thoughtful, imaginative, interesting adult who wants to talk to you. Also this week, Krissie and I discussed at great length bed tables–you know, those rolling things that fit under and over your bed so you can work while you recline–swapping links and focusing on essential aspects; happiness is analyzing things that aren’t important just because you and your best friend are obsessed with the same stuff. Basically, happiness is non-angsty conversation with good people.
So, good people, what made you happy this week?