I finished The Devil in White City not too long ago, and I really loved it. The new project I’m working on is kind of a historical mystery (we’ll see—history seems to take a while to move in the mail). In the meanwhile, I’m reading. If you know of any historical non-fiction mysteries you found enjoyable, I’d love the suggestion.
Today I bought some notecards to file the many facts I plan to amass. “If you’re not 100% happy with this Staples brand product, just return it anytime. It’s that easy,” the label reads. I’m trying to think of how someone could be disappointed in their notecards.
Dear Staples: My notecards smell “funny.”
Dear Staples: My notecards are too white.
Dear Staples: My notecards emit a high-pitched whining noise.
Dear Staples: My notecards are tempting me with their suggestive sexual behavior.
I’d best get back to work.