This weekend we did nothing. Well, not "nothing" per se, as I went to CVS and the library yesterday and to church today (and taught). "Nothing" as in we'd originally planned to attend the French story time at the Takoma Park library and MoBob had an event on Saturday. He was feeling poorly so we stayed home. We watched the opening ceremony of the Winter Olympics and ordered in Thai food. That was as much excitment as we could handle.
On Saturday afternoon I couldn't help myself and took a nap. I slept deeply and had a difficult time rousing myself. I actually dreamt that I woke up but of course I was still asleep. Weird.
While I was at the library (picking up books for Baby Z) I looked for Death Comes to Pemberley by P.D. James but it wasn't on the shelf. I've read quite a few P.D. James novels and really enjoyed them, and DCTP has been on my "to read" list for a long time. She wrote a famous essay entitled "Emma Considered as a Detective Story" where she argues that the title character ignored a lot of clues related to the central mystery. I was poking around and found instead The Case of the Deadly Butter Chicken . Quite honestly I was attracted by the bright yellow cover but it's turning out to be an entertaining read. Although I've visited Nepal and Bangladesh, I've never been to India, but this book is a good way to live vicariously.
I like those PD James books a lot. Dalgliesh is great.
If you run through hers, I recommend the Anne Lindell series of Swedish mysteries by Kjell Eriksson. They're very well done police procedurals with a vaguely contemplative underpinning.