Wednesday

Oh, great, Amazon’s Kindle division just sent me an email about “grisly reads for summer”. I guess the little monitoring computer program has flagged me as a person who might enter someone’s house and wonder if they have some body part in their refrigerator. I have to admit I just finished a book about the plague breaking out in England, but it dealt with one family quarantined in their house when their son became sick – and while internet, cell phone service, regular phone service and then electricity failed.

And maybe I have read a few murder mysteries . . . Still I don’t go in for the Saw movie type stuff. Uh, I did read about a serial killer last week. And when Alison put a big cauliflower in a pot of water, I remarked it looked as if she were cooking Green Giant’s head.

Perhaps I should download a bunch of free books about torrid romances, sweet romances, ill-fated romances, historical romances and other categories in that overall ilk. It says something about me that I would be more upset having those books on my record than the “axe split his head in half” kind.

I guess I’ll think about that . . . and maybe I should go check my refrigerator.