Sunday, November 12, 2006
Book 67: Death of A Dentist
why do i keep reading these dumb mysteries? because i have just about a month and a half to read thirty-three more books. so this was the usual hamish macbeth mystery. you know, the highlands of scotland, so often romanticized in movies and trashy paperbacks must be a rather depressing place. all the women in these novels are shrewish and ugly, the men all drink an excessive amount of whiskey and beat their wives. actually, these books are just kind of gloomy that way. i will try to read more edifying fare in the future. ha ha, i crack myself up.