

2.5/5 ⭐️
Just a so so for me. There seem to be fewer cases and lots of hints get dropped each book, but then they never get picked up again. I‘m going to take a little break from this series for a bit.
2.5/5 ⭐️
Just a so so for me. There seem to be fewer cases and lots of hints get dropped each book, but then they never get picked up again. I‘m going to take a little break from this series for a bit.
Photo on left is us 11 years ago, though currently his memories of us range between none and occasional haziness. We have essentially started over but in a beautiful way. At his living facility yesterday the activity director brought in fresh flowers/accessories and he made me a valentine bouquet 🩷🌹❤️
I‘m almost finished with book 5 of tagged series and it‘s delightful. Thanks to audiobooks 🎧
#5JoysFriday @DebinHawaii
How late is it?" Con asked.
"Late, late," said the taxi driver. "Listen."
A newsreader was speaking to them. A million things were happening out there in the world: scandals and calamities, old lovers reunited, murders foul, great works of art and business. A lioness was moving through the city, she had been spotted in Strand, in Rondebosch, in Gugulethu.
They were seated at the old kitchen table in Woodstock. He'd taken a taxi that morning straight from the airport and found his mother sitting there, reading. It was a quiet scene, and he was visited by equal desires to wake her from her reverie and to keep it intact. Perhaps just sit quietly beside her, pick a book for himself from the shelf. He was intrigued; she'd never been a big reader.
From the bar one could look down and see the cars speeding home along De Waal Drive, and sometimes even a quagga or two romping alongside the wildebeest on the slopes above the highway There was one below them now, standing very still, its stripy zebra half staring out to sea and its pale rump mooning the drinkers at the bar.
"Bloody quaggas," said Amina. "Get all the good press."
My dad passed on his love of coffee table books to me, especially the ones about food, homes, and travel. This one beautifully sums up all three.
This is on my to-buy list now! 🥙
I can‘t believe I‘m the first to post about this book! Im not a huge nonfiction reader but I‘m a third of the way through and it‘s been fascinating stuff we don‘t learn in school. There is a BBC mini series on YouTube too. #firstlinefridays
3/4⭐️ (Very Good) Read for January #bookspin number 17.
I still love the characters and the setting. The writing is not full of itself and fussy. I was a little disappointed that some storylines from the third book seemed to have been dropped. Hopefully they will get picked up later. Mma Ramotswe‘s cases weren‘t as interesting, but I appreciated getting to know more about Mma Makutsi.
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