My friend, Lynn Kaczmarek, stopped by with a note that’s perfect for the season, and this weekend. I hope you enjoy hearing from her occasionally.

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I’ve been thinking a lot about books lately. Perhaps it’s
the need to bury myself in something so I don’t think about how wrong things
have gone in the world. I read mysteries/crime fiction/thrillers almost
exclusively – it’s the structure, the knowing that bad things will happen, but
resolution will be achieved. And there are some wonderful books being written
these days.
My recent reading has included Lake House by Kate Morton,
The Alienist by Caleb Carr, Elizabeth George’s new book A Banquet of Consequences
and Louise Penny’s newest, The Nature of the Beast. All are wonderful examples
of fine writing, fine characters, fine plots. But Penny’s books are something
more – they are filled with horrible things couched in poetry. And as a result
they are even more frightening. But always, thankfully, they provide hope…
sometimes only a glimmer, but hope nonetheless. And for that I am eternally
thankful.

And with Thanksgiving soon approaching, I find I am ever
more thankful for books. For those that provide hope; for those that expand the
curious mind and for those that keep the dark world at bay. May you too have
something or someone in your life for which to be thankful. As for me, I’m off
to read something remarkable on this dark, dreary, cold Wisconsin day.