So I've been reading the aforementioned Faye Kellerman books for over a month now. I think I'm on number 10, and while I can't say I'm bored of them yet, I am starting to wonder what constitutes a reading rut, and whether I might be in one. As readable and enjoyable as the books are, reading them one after the other does highlight the repetitive little details and phrases that form an author's stock style. I suppose if you read them as they were published in the 1990s, then after each interval of a year or so you might need reminding that the main character was once shot, or that he gave up smoking. But I basically live with this guy (yep, this is what my social life has come to), so the reminders can grate a little. Then again, sometimes it's nice to have that familiarity - like an old friend at the end of the day. I wonder what will happen when I run out of books, and that friend becomes just another acquaintance, one of the many characters that we readers love and let go all the time. Will I miss him? Actually, I've had The Wolf Border by Sarah Hall (one of my favourite authors) to read for a while now. It might be time to meet someone new.
On the knitting front... well, the demands of work have kind of put paid to that for a little while, but I'm setting myself a challenge to do at least one repeat of the sofa throw pattern this week, because it's sitting next to the sofa mocking me. Plus it gives me a reason to update the blog more often. Updates and photos to come.
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