by Spencer Quinn, the 12th and most recent book in the Chet and Bernie series. Chet is a dog, the narrator of the books. He is TOTALLY dog, with the essential ADD that all dogs have, plus his complete love of his human, Bernie. Bernie is a private eye, and without Chet, although he may not fully realize it, he wouldn't solve most of his cases. Great series.
I also started World War Z by Max Brooks two days ago. Since I own that one (the Chet and Bernie book is from the library) I can put it briefly aside. For those of you who haven't already read it, do so now. It turns out to be very prescient of the current Covid thing.
Because of the holiday, my library was closed from 1pm this last Friday until today. I had four books that were on reserve to pick up, and of course I found several more to check out. It's a good thing I don't work these days and can spend most of my waking hours reading.
Complete aside here. I was on a flight from Hilo to Los Angeles in late 1972 or early 1973. I was an airline employee and so I was flying first class. It was a 747, back when the upper deck was a first class lounge. Sigh. What we have lost. Anyway, also on board were Anne Bancroft, Mel Brooks, their baby Max, and Max's nanny. I actually helped change a diaper for baby Max. I sort of pretended I didn't really recognize Bancroft and Brooks, to give them their privacy in the very small space on the airplane. But honestly, it was a thrill to fly with them. They were mainly parents to the baby, and their Hollywood celebrity barely showed up.
= new reply since forum marked as read