Ack. No idea how I could have read two adult novels without getting them blogged… oh wait, I know exactly how that happened. There was this, and that, and totally unexpected that, too. Life is getting a little too crazy if I can’t even get a couple of measly chick lits blogged! Must try harder? Or quit work earlier? Or start work later? Something.

Anyway – how come I’ve never read a Molly Murphy book before? Seems a little odd, doesn’t it? I mean TW is constantly picking up weird mysteries and chick lit series books and I usually end up reading a few here and there (which is how we ended up with In a Gilded Cage.)

I almost didn’t read it because I read it over TW’s shoulder a couple of nights when she wouldn’t turn out the light and there was an awful lot about marriage in there. But TW said I’d like it and it was about suffragettes and stuff. So, when I finished a graphic novel and that was the only interesting book on the library shelf… I gave it a go.

Amusing. Too much marriage but heck, it was set in NYC a long time ago. Molly’s a pretty progressive woman for that age.

After that, again I picked up a book TW had just finished. It just happened to be nearby and I couldn’t think of anything waiting on the shelf that sounded better. Also, any book that mentions Jestine’s and The Upstate must be read as soon as possible. Can’t Never Tell does both of those things. It’s also amusing and boring, all at the same time. Which normally isn’t something I’d look for in a book but based on the week I’ve had – it’s exactly the kind of book I needed to read. Something familiar, but easy. Perfect.