This past weekend Bret cleaned up the back porch and I put the cushion on the swing and then sat down and said good-bye to an old friend.
I started reading Miss Zukas novels back when Frankie was in elementary school. Sitting out in front of her first grade classroom I met a mom who loved to read and we became fast friends. Kind of misfit moms really, not in the cool crowd. She worked at our local bookstore and she introduced me to a whole genre of books that I had only barely scratched the surface of, mysteries. In particular, she introduced me to Miss Zukas.
Miss Zukas was also a misfit, maybe that's why I loved her so much. Anyway, our local independent bookseller is long gone, and my days picking anyone up from school are over, but my love of books remains. And when I recently discovered that there was a new Miss Zukas available, I was thrilled. Then sad, because it's the very last one. And when I finished it last night, I was so happy to have read it and then so sad that it was over.
So anyway. It's May. Let the panic begin!