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False Value by Ben Aaronovitch, a Rivers of London tale.
A more complex than usual Peter Grant story that couples magic with technology in an excellent funny and complex story. This made up for October Man. Charming when the tale focuses on Peter's relationship with Bev, fun when he's infiltrating a company, and made me want more whenever the Nightingale comes onto the page. The only problem is my library doesn't have any more. I'm all caught up via the system, but I know there are more books. Might have to break my promise to no one to not buy more fiction. The shelves are stuffed full, double shelved at many points, and there are boxes waiting to be donated.
Going back to the Expanse series is going to be a let down. This was way too much fun.
Late summer means lots of harvesting. Today was blueberry day. We picked a lot of berries, way more than I expected, and left the door to the berry enclosure open for the birds. I'm counting on them to eat all the leftover fruit and hunt down those pesky moths and beetles. I expect my new exercise regime to center on chasing birds out of the place.
Who ordered real summer? I certainly did not. My beloved fog has retreated to the ocean, and the terrible sunshine is blinding. We hit mid-seventies today! You're not feeling much sympathy, are you?
Cross-posted from dreamwidth.org
A more complex than usual Peter Grant story that couples magic with technology in an excellent funny and complex story. This made up for October Man. Charming when the tale focuses on Peter's relationship with Bev, fun when he's infiltrating a company, and made me want more whenever the Nightingale comes onto the page. The only problem is my library doesn't have any more. I'm all caught up via the system, but I know there are more books. Might have to break my promise to no one to not buy more fiction. The shelves are stuffed full, double shelved at many points, and there are boxes waiting to be donated.
Going back to the Expanse series is going to be a let down. This was way too much fun.
Late summer means lots of harvesting. Today was blueberry day. We picked a lot of berries, way more than I expected, and left the door to the berry enclosure open for the birds. I'm counting on them to eat all the leftover fruit and hunt down those pesky moths and beetles. I expect my new exercise regime to center on chasing birds out of the place.
Who ordered real summer? I certainly did not. My beloved fog has retreated to the ocean, and the terrible sunshine is blinding. We hit mid-seventies today! You're not feeling much sympathy, are you?
Cross-posted from dreamwidth.org