Something glorious happened this weekend, friends.
I also inherited seven other glasses exactly like this but with different poisons written on them. Before they belonged to me, they belonged to my great-grandfather, who loved Rafael Sabatini and, apparently, novelty highball glasses. It is really too bad that he and I never met.
Over the weekend, I finished up Lamar Giles’s Endangered and Prudence Shen and Faith Erin Hicks’s YA comic Nothing Can Possibly Go Wrong, then plunked myself down on a sofa and read Åsne Seierstad’s One of Us: The Story of Anders Breivik and the Massacre in Norway in its entirety. Now I’m gazing at a truly awe-inspiring stack of new library books and signally failing to even narrow down whether I feel like fiction or nonfiction, let alone to choose which one I want to put in my brain.
Be more decisive than I am, friends! It’s Monday, what are you reading?