Tuesday, July 21, 2015

BOOK LOG 45: DRY BONES


A Longmire Mystery
by Craig Johnson

Reading and then writing a quick review of a book can be tricky when you keep falling asleep while you’re reading it. Not because the book is bad, far from it; but when the only time you have to read something that isn’t for work is the last thing before going to sleep and your eyes are tearing up like crazy, it’s hard to read, then write. Fortunately, I finished one project. Sort of. But that gives me time to tell you about the latest Longmire story, Dry Bones, the title not only a reference to the old ditty (“Dem Bones”) but the fossil of a T-rex that’s dug up in the county for which Walt Longmire is the good sheriff.

As always, a good read, and it’s getting to the point that I’m tempted to go back to the beginning to read how the series began, because in Dry Bones, our hero muses and finally admits that the occasional visions he sees (always in service to the story at hand) are, well, weird. In fact, a little disturbing. But since they happen about once or twice a book, they’ve been happening fairly often now, starting from the first novel. I’m tempted to go back and determine when exactly the visions began.

Anyway, the plot. Yes, there’s a fossil of a T-rex involved, the largest found thus far, and there is a question of which political body can lay claim to it, but there’s also a body of a man found. And the way these things go, a politician with delusions of glory gets involved (and of course, he and Walt do not see eye to eye on how things should be handled). I’m always impressed at how Johnson manages to weave Walt’s personal story with the mystery at hand, and in the latest books, at least one reference to old-time actor Robert Taylor (the new-time Australian actor Robert Taylor portrays Longmire in the series, now with Netflix). Like a mystery? You’ll like this one.

COMING UP: Oh, so many choices, so little time, and more!

Saturday, July 04, 2015

Happy 31st Interdependence Day!

For those of us in the US, today is Independence Day, celebrating the day we as a nation decided not to be ruled by another. In other parts of the world, though, it's just July 4. But wherever we are, no matter what culture we're currently in, today is Interdependence Day for my husband and me, because it's our anniversary.

We got married on July 4 in Brooklyn, NY, 31 years ago, and had our reception in the restaurant in the tallest building in Bay Ridge. We chose that spot because that's where we lived; we loved the area (the southernmost tip of Brooklyn, right before the Verrazano Bridge, which leads you to Staten Island), and by having our reception in that building, we could see the fireworks over in Manhattan. It was one day that we knew most everyone we wanted to invite would have off, and surprisingly, neither the church nor the restaurant were booked. It was a lovely, sunny day (okay, it was summer in New York: It was scorching, the church wasn't air-conditioned, but the sky was a beautiful blue), and we remember it fondly still. 

Eventually, we moved away -- across the country, even, to Washington state -- but we had the opportunity to go back to New York a few years ago, just in time for our anniversary. We had dinner at the restaurant at the top of that same building, and watched the fireworks over in Manhattan again. We remember that fondly, too.