What do you do on a lazy Sunday afternoon when you have time on your hands? Why, read, of course. It’s a gloriously sunny day, but the breeze is still a little on the brisk side, making it a lovely cold spring-like day. And, as the parks do not open till the first day of May, hereabouts, I’m looking at my TBR pile and deciding on who to read next.
Should I start with one of my more recent acquisitions, The Missing Informant by Anders de la Motte, and take a trip to Sweden, or should I go with The Bottoms by Joe R. Lansdale, and take a trip to 30s Texas. Maybe I should go with the last book at the bottom of the pile—Louise Penny’s Glass Houses—which I’ve been meaning to read for the last month or so.
Sometimes I’m just not in the mood, especially when the weather is beckoning me. But I know better than to step outside right now, so I have to make a choice.
Come on, what’s it to be? Choose.