This was supposed to be a review of Juliet Blackwell's novel, The Paris Key. Would you believe the
review didn't get written because I spent forty-five minutes looking for a key last night? Talk about irony.
So, TOMORROW, I'll review Juliet's novel, which is not a mystery, although there are mysterious elements. Aren't there always mysterious elements when it comes to life? Like - where's that missing key that I can't find?
In the meantime, what are you reading today? I haven't asked that lately, so why don't we share? I'd love to know what's keeping you busy this weekend.