Forty-three and Forty-four

I enjoyed my most recent book more than the one that came before it. That one was clever and held my attention but wasn't as compelling as the one I finished this afternoon, having started it two days ago. It's the fourth by an Australian writer, all crime fiction but a different premise each time. I've finished each of the four thinking that she should keep some of the characters going in future texts but that's clearly not her thing. 

Other than reading, there has been a visit to a friend and former colleague for a catch up and a supermarket trip.