I was at a random shop earlier in the month, one of those ones that sells imported stuff really cheap and I came across the remainder bin. I think that's what its called, where there are dozens of brand new paperbacks at insanely cheap prices.  I dithered on what two to get (two for $6 NZ money) and settled on a Debbie Macomber, I do like reading a Macomber, and a regency. I've rarely read regency novels but it had a pretty cover (clothed people on it, fyi) and it looked like it might be fun. Well, fun it was. It was The Groom Says Yes by Cathy Maxwell and it was a wonderful book, a can't-put-down book. I then got home and ordered another one in the series, The Brides of Wishmore, from the library and again, loved it. I think I might be becoming a regency reader. How can this be? Well, it was a darned good story, that's how it be. I also have been re-reading one of my fav authors Abby Gaines, who wrote for  Harlequin SuperRomance back in the day. Funny, lovely

It's always great when some of the fam are in town for a visit, and what do you do, why, you go shopping, especially when one is an admitted shopaholic!  Personally, I am not a fan of the mall excursion, (I'm not the shopaholic, truly) but you combine it with the right people, a movie, and it's all good. We ventured straight to the sale racks at H&M, a new addition to local retail, then headed to the theatre complex to see the film "Ladies in Black," a gorgeous Australian movie set in 1959. Highly recommend it. Before we saw the movie though, we encountered a stand selling Ben and Jerry's Ice cream. I had never seen one of these before. It was doing quite a good trade, too, Thus it was that a zillion calories later, we exited the theatre, quite happy about the marvellous film, and went home where we might even have indulged in more ice-cream. I will have to fast for a  week  month to make up for it at my age. The Ben and Jerry's outlets are popp

I have become quite the fan of Jack Reacher and Lee Child. Admittedly, it has only taken me  twenty years to discover the stories, but discover them, I have. It happened when I was down country visiting fam last year, and I noticed there were half a dozen Jack Reacher books on a shelf. I think my overseas-based brother had bought them, probably airport-novelling on his way over to New Zealand, and had left them behind. So I decided to read one to see what the fuss was about.  I picked one of the Jack Reacher books off the shelf, and I read it and I really liked it. Since then I've read a half a dozen or so more, (Thanks, bro). The latest to pass in front of my eyes, ie on the shelf, was "Make Me." It was the weekend of New Year, and I started reading. I was well in to it and about ready to send a marriage proposal to the married author, when I hit the last few chapters of the book. I need to pause a moment here and take a deep breath, because the ending of Make Me w