As you very well know,
I don't "blog" anymore, but
I do have a sick need to record every time I read a book with an owl in it, because it seems to me that every book has an owl in it. As you also know, equally well,
Megan Abbott and I have a little club, its membership dwindled to two, in which we read a literally endless parade of celebrity biographies. Right now we're reading a new one about
Mel Brooks, in which we meet
Sid Caesar's first agent, "a hunched,
owlish man," according to the author.