As 2012 comes to a close, I ended the year by finishing a
book about Satanic murders, which in no way reflects on my awesome year. Dark
Places by Gillian Flynn, author of Gone Girl and receiver of barely public blog smack down by Reader Liz, was a
book I was really excited about. It was
nowhere near as good as Gone Girl but
had similar themes of a creepy plot, characters I hated and an author’s
imagination that is nothing less than shocking.
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| Family Christmas photo with Norman as obvious scene-stealer. |
I don’t usually go for “thrillers” which this book is
labeled as, but I’d be willing to read anything Flynn will dream up. Honestly the only thing that scared me about
this book was the number of my Mom’s Christmas cookies I ate while reading
it. Some harsh realities will be hitting
once this baby is born, and lack of sleep is only part of it. Don’t even mention “egg nog” to me once bathing
suit season gets closer. I think I am
going to swim in a turtleneck this year, which will not come as a surprise to
Andrew who got a glimpse of the future ahead the second I unwrapped pajama
jeans on Christmas morning. Now here is
the making of a real thriller.
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| Bookworm portion of cookies - reckless disregard for formerly girlish figure. |
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| Husband still stunned by wife's gifts of Mom-wear. |
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| Bookworm shows rather large cookie bump at Bookworm Senior's 60th birthday soiree. She is not 600, despite balloon confusion. |
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