and secretly

I finished Book of the Dead [the new Patricia Cornwell book]. It's okay, you don't need to send out a search party for my mind or anything. In fact, it was pretty good. Not as good as the earlier books, but not as god awful as some of the later ones. [Did she go crazy and that's why Scarpetta went downhill? Or just the nature of the beast?] Of course, the big lure was Scarpetta and her team of minions moving to Charleston. So I read the book hoping for a, "HEY! I know that place" moment.

( I dunno, maybe you read these, too. )

So, not the worst book ever, and not nearly as bad as the lovely mob at Amazon would lead you to believe. In fact, if not for the loathing of Dr. Self and the way Marino was handled... I'd say it was good, though not great. I didn't get my AHA moment, really, but that's okay. Still, you could almost smell the pluff mud in parts. Woo?

I rambled and lost any train of thought I might have originally had.

Headache.

Gonna go die.