Here's what I'm reading at the moment: The winter sea by Susanna Kearsley. I've not read anything by her before, and she has a large body of work.
Carrie settles into the shadow of Slains Castle in Scotland, creates a heroine named for one of her own ancestors, and starts to write about the Jacobite invasion of 1708. When she can no longer tell the difference between today and centuries ago, is she dealing with an ancestral memory-- a memory that might destroy her?
I'm only on page 110, and it's holding my interest. I love finding a new author, one with a nice oeuvre of work.
Today's book-reading tea is Elyse's Blend from Harney's, a glorious honey-flavored black tea. It is one of my favorites.
On the needles is that lace sweater that I showed last week. Please understand that this is lace, and it looks pretty much like an old rag. After a good washing and blocking, it will all straighten out and look lovely, especially that goofy-looking bottom of the sweater.