Aestivating with Mary Russell

[shewhomust]

Apologies for radio silence, lately. My desk is in the attic, and it gets very warm up here in the summer. Most years this creeps up on me, gradually getting harder to stay focused into the afternoon, but this year the sudden heat* has hit me like a brick, and I crawled away in search of cooler parts of the house where I might sleep until the summer weather has passed.

I grabbed a book from the heap to help me though this time of trial, and it turned out to be Laurie R. King's Dreaming Spies. Such a great title for what is, in part at least, an Oxford novel (and sufficiently loosely a tale of spies that I wonder whether she found the title first, and then had to write a book to fit it). You may deduce from this that nature of my relationship with Mary Russell: two parts suspicion to three parts 'I'm not going to put this book aside until I've finished it'.

*For values of heat as it understood in the northeast of England, obviously. Californians (and others who live with serious summer climates) feel free to laugh.

Comments

[sartorias]

:-)

[larryhammer]

I spend too much time laughing at climates with actual freezing winter to laugh at your definition of heat. Besides, the dragon is out today, and breathing at us from over the mountains.

[shewhomust]

I stand in silent awe of your dragon.

[athenais]

Coastal Californians are generally thought of as heat weenies, being ded of heet when the temps top 70F.

[shewhomust]

Whereas the English are famous for stripping at the appearance of the sun, and then burning scarlet and tender...