Today was a heady combination of library, haircut, and gas – buying it, that is.
I always check out four books at a time and it’s a good thing I do. Inevitably, I’ve already read one of the four I thought was a new find. This time, though, I needed to return one that I didn’t have the patience for. I’ve read others by this author, but I guess my tastes have changed and cutesy mysteries just annoy me now. My own books fall into the cozy mystery genre, but at least my characters don’t have an alliterative name like Polly Patterson and bake cupcakes all the time.
Our town library is small (in fact, I cheat occasionally and go to a neighboring town for a bigger selection) but it’s large on charm.
Its latest venture is a story walk for