I just read a graphic novel for the first time. It’s called Saga, vol. 1, by Brian K. Vaughan. It was cool! Ever the speed reader, I had to remind myself to not just read the text, but to really take a look at the images. It’s kind of a love, adventure, space travel, war story, I think.
Check out this Bad B and my new best friend, #lyingcat. He can tell if you’re lying.
I don’t know this woman’s (is it a woman?) name, but I do know I like her sense of style. I love an all white look but can rarely pull it off because I tend to spill my coffee. A lot. If I were to do an all white look any way I wanted, I might do something like this. With a bold, pointy ring to represent her horn, of course.
More on Saga this weekend after book club. Until then, try this monochrome thing, and may you carry your Tide pen with you.
I had a lovely weekend. A great friend came into town, I ate a lot of really good food, and I spent an inordinate amount of time on rooftops. This particular rooftop view is from the top of the Metropolitan Museum of Art. In the summer, they open the roof for drinks and sculpture on Friday afternoons, and it’s really lovely. I ordered a fancy, boozy snowcone.
It was pomegranate flavored. While I was taking pictures, I spilled some of my pomegranate boozy snowcone on my new skirt.
We enter part 2 of The Cuckoo’s Calling (Kindle here, my thoughts on part 1 here) to follow our heroes while they gather more clues. I actually feel more like I am in the board game clue than in a story. If security guard was in the wash room, and the boyfriend at the club, I propose Mr. Bestigui murdered Lula Landry in the drawing room with the candlestick.
As an editor/journalist/pretend police investigator, I like gathering clues and information. But as a reader, I’d like to get all of this info as the plot moves along or as characters develop. It seems like more talking than showing, more explaining than storytelling.
“Strike would have preferred Bristow not to intervene.” See what I mean? Telling me what’s in his head is just so boring.
But since we spent all that time interviewing and clue gathering, let’s see what we know.
Lula has a friend from rehab named Rochelle who met with Lula on the day of her suicide/murder.
Lula had an on-and-off relationship with that dumb guy who wears a wolf mask to avoid the paparazzi because, sure, a wolf mask garners less attention.
Mr. Bestigui is mad about 200 roses being spilled in Deeby Mac’s apartment. If those roses don’t mean anything this is the biggest, most annoying red herring ever.
Lula’s driver is obsessed with fame and celebs, and he was not her driver the night she died.
The apartment security guard was away from his post when Lula fell.
Tansy Bestigui heard some yelling in Lula’s apartment. The police don’t believe she could have heard anyone–they clearly don’t live in a place where you can hear things through the vents.
What do you guys think? Have any bets on who the killer is? Are their big clues I’m missing? If you’ve finished, no spoilers please! See my thoughts on part 1 here, and keep reading! I’ll see you back here next week.
(I bought this book on my own and am not being paid to write about it. But I am a part of the Amazon Affiliates program, so if you buy through my links on Amazon, I’ll receive a little bit of money for it.)
“Seems to me,” the Lady said, “a boy’s bicycle needs to see where it’s goin’. Needs to see whether there’s a clear road or trouble ahead. Seems to me a boy’s bicycle needs some horse in it, and some deer, and maybe even a touch of reptile. For cleverness, don’t you know?”
In Boy’s Life by Robert McCammon, our hero Cory gets a brand new bike.
This isn’t just any bike. This bike is from The Lady. It’s brand new and made just for him. It’s red and had a headlight, and in the headlight it has an eye that looks out for Cory. It steers him away from danger and helps him get to adventure–fast.
“At this instant I felt at one with Rocket, as if we were of the same skin and grease, and when I grinned, a bug flew into my teeth. I didn’t care; I swallowed it because I was invincible.”
So in tribute to a book I loved, and in tribute to Rocket, a bike I wish I had, I made my own. Sort of. Mine’s a bit more two dimensional.
I started with a stencil. I traced and drew and doodled until I had a bike I liked. Then I traced it onto a transparency and used a craft knife/box cutter thing to cut out my stencil.
What do you do when it’s this hot outside and you need to look professional at work but your commute includes walking in the sun and riding on hot trains?
Well, start with the bare minimum: a sleeveless dress and sandals.
Once you get to work, replace your sandals with some heels and add a blazer. Then realize you never should have kidded yourself about wearing your hair down, look for a hair elastic, and never find one.
Then hope your AC holds up for the rest of the day. Happy Friday!