
Seriously. You should all have the above bag.
I did a search for my name because that's what I do and, though I don't need a tote bag, the one below sums everything up:


I've never known any trouble that an hour's reading didn't assuage. Charles De Secondat (1689 - 1755)
March wasn't as productive as February, but I read more books with substance. I left the romance genre for the better part of the month. That said, Fantasy in Death was, as always, a solid Eve and Roarke book. Something About You was Julie James's best book in my opinion. I really liked Shutter Island and hope to check out more of Dennis Lehane. I thought Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Society and Olive Kitteridge were both good books but neither stayed with me for long. I know people loved them, and they were both bestsellers. The latter won a Pulitzer Prize. However, I only liked them. April is already a rough reading month, but it's only just begun so we'll see how productive it is. You never know.
I caught Invictus in the second-run theater for $1 right before the Academy Awards. It was my last effort to see a nominated movie. I saw Alice in Wonderland in the theater and ended up enjoying it quite a bit. I'm Reed Fish was a movie I recorded awhile ago and just got around to viewing. It didn't really click with me, but there were some cute moments. Part of the problem was that I watched it in 10 minute increments.
I forgot a bunch! So, just to round out 2020, here we go. Let's see... I watched Enola Holmes on Netflix which I found adorable, and I...