Go Tell the Bees That I Am Gone by Diana Gabaldon

When you get to the 9th book of a series you have already spent hours with the characters, the story, and in some way the author. You feel like you’re coming home, even if “home” is a strange, half-familiar echo of the past with some murder and time-travelling and brave Scots fighting for their new home thrown in.

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The Library Haul With Intent

Last night I made a stop at one of my favorite places in the world: the library. Did I need to check out more books? Absolutely not. I already had a bagful out, but I couldn’t help myself, upon returning some books, to beeline toward the shelves and pick up a few more.

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