Three new books on my nightstand this week:
KILLING RED by Henry Perez. Features a newspaper reporter protagonist, so of course it is on my to-be-read list.
45 MASTER CHARACTERS by Victoria Lynn Schmidt. Another book on the craft of writing.
THE REINCARNATIONIST by M.J. Rose. Picked up this book in preparation for Atria’s Great Mystery Bus Tour and it’s arrival in my city tonight with John Connolly, William Kent Krueger, Liza Marklund, and M.J. Rose aboard.
I’ve probably tweeted or posted on Facebook about a half jillion times that I want to do this bus tour. I want to team up with Owen Laukkanen, Jeff Shelby, Donnell Bell, Jess Lourey, and Joelle Charbonneau. Hey, wait a minute, those writers are all featured in my writer interviews. (Shelby tomorrow and Charbonneau next week) Coincidence? I think not. But in all seriousness, there are about twenty mystery writers I admire and feel lucky to count as friends, including those wonderful ones I mentioned above.
The Muppet Movie. We’re talking the 1979 version folks. Which the kiddos LOVED. My 8yo pretty much thought Miss Piggy was hysterical, which she is, of course.
The Walking Dead. Numerous episodes. This show is like a freaking train wreck for me. I DON’T want to watch it. Then my husband turns it on, I sit down for say two minutes and then look up and it is three hours later and we’ve ripped through four episodes. Stop the madness. I swear, I really don’t want to watch it and yet, there I sit. For hours. The reason I’ve tried to avoid it is because I knew from season one this was dangerous for me. At the time, my husband had all the episodes saved on Netflix. We watched the first one and when it finished I said, “play another one.” Then kept doing it until I was pretty much traumatized from seeing so much gore and from sitting on the couch for a marathon six hour viewing session about zombies. And damn it all, here it goes again. Luckily, the spell was broken when one of the kids got out of bed not feeling well (She’s fine now!)