Yes, self has finished K: A Novel. She blazed through to the end last night. And a good thing she got it over with; the end was sad.
Now reading Book 4 of the Ruth Galloway mystery series by Elly Griffiths. There is such incomparable angst!
In the scene below, DCI Nelson must have tea with a Lord Smith:
“My son. Would you like biscuits? I’m diabetic so I’ve got some ghastly sugar-free rusks. But there are some Hobnobs somewhere.”
Nelson thinks he would like a Hobnob very much indeed. He is just wondering about the mysterious son (maybe he’s locked in a turret room somewhere) when the door opens and a handsome, dark-haired man bursts into the room.
“Morning all.”
Smith does not turn around but plunges the cafetiére with unnecessary violence.
“What time do you call this?” he says.
“I don’t know,” says the man pleasantly. “What time do you call it?”
“You’ve been out all night. Your mother was worried sick.”
“I doubt that,” says the man who must, surely, be the errant Randolph. Ma never worries about anything. Ah, coffee. Superb. I could murder a cup.”
— A Room Full of Bones, p. 57
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