2. A Fountain Filled With Blood (A Rev. Clare Ferguson Mystery) by Julia Spencer-Fleming. Another in her Clare Fergusson mystery series.
3. Thunderstruck by Erik Larsen. The book traces two seemingly unrelated events, Marconi's development of wireless radio and the murder committed by Dr. H.H. Crippen. There is a connection, though; Crippen and his girlfriend were captured on a ship steaming to America from Europe after the wireless transmitted information about the fugitives to ship captains. I have to confess that I skimmed through a lot of the Marconi stuff; way too technical and dull. This one could have used a really good edit; Devil and the White City was much better.
4. A Bitter Feast (A Bill Smith/Lydia Chin Novel) by S.J. Rozan. A new-to-me mystery series involving a Chinese-American private eye named Lydia Chin. Good escapist reading, which is mostly what I've been doing these days. Also, since every other scene involves someone, somewhere sitting down to a bowl of noodles or a cup of jasmine tea, it made me crave Chinese food.
5. Stop Dressing Your Six-Year-Old Like a Skank: And Other Words of Delicate Southern Wisdom by Celia Rivenbark. Humorous riffs on modern-day motherhood. How can you not love a book that discusses a trip to the pre-teen clothes department like this:
Now that my kid is practically of childbearing age [is six the new seventeen?] I must choose from ripped-on-purpose jeans and T-shirts that scream things like BABY DOLL and JAIL BAIT, not to mention a rather angry GIRLS RULE AND BOYS DROOL! where an embroidered flower with buzzing bee should be.
When did this happen? Who decided that my six-year-old should dress like a Vegas showgirl? And one with an abundance of anger issues at that?
In 2006, I read a total of 33 (I think) books, 20 of which were fiction (14 of which were mystery novels) and the rest nonfiction.