Tag: books

  • It’s a mystery to me

    My husband quakes in his bed when I pull out my bedtime book and he reads the title of my “Who dun it.” “You are researching ways to do me in,” he apprehensively concludes. “Nah, just having a good time reading and seeing if I can get ahead of the detective in the series. But…

  • The book thief

    He’s been at it again. The book thief has invaded my bookshelves, my piles and closets of books, sorting through the paperbacks and hard covers, quietly, unobtrusively shifting them from my pile to HIS. I started so innocently. I bought books at garage sales, book stores and through the mail. We read some, others were…