The Search for Mr. Right Now Continues....

[catelin]

It was ever so gently pointed out to me in an email that I'd been remiss of late in my proposals to impossibly famous (or not-so-famous) men who don't even know I'm alive. So, in keeping with the spirit of my quest:

Hey, Ian Rankin, will you marry me?

Comments

Thanks for the recommendation.

[nandan.livejournal.com]

I don't usually like crime stories and mysteries, but I've been looking for a good read, so I'll give it a go.

It's gotten so bad here that on my vacation last week I read all the the way through three supremely girly novels a friend of mine lent me -- the kind of novel where the townspeople are ethnic and quaint, and nothing of interest really ever happens to anyone. My thanks to authors Anne Lamotte (get over your northern California Jesus fixation please, and get a damn plotline), Lorna Landvik (Fried Green Tomatoes in a the Scandinavian midwest) and some other woman who wrote a love story for a woman in her late 30's who meets the man of her dreams somewhere in Tennessee.

Transport me to Scotland, PLEASE.