Now for the other half of my catching up...

I searched for WOK in general fiction but no such luck. So Tara picked one off the shelf randomly for me.
P.G. Wodehouse's "The Plot That Thickened" was the lucky winner. From the picture on the back of him, P.G. looks like a crazy old dude. So, naturally, I googled that shit and this is what I found:

http://wodehouse-bible.com/images/pg116.jpg

The story revolves around a complicated bid for marriage with other fun complicated subplots about a pearl necklace and work and some rather sinister fellows.

The main dude is Monty Bodkin. Monty Python is what I think of when I hear or read the name Monty. And this Monty has his comical moments. He's lazy, for one, and he's fallen in love with 'a beefy girl with large feet, who played on the All England women's hockey team' much to the dismay of a one Sandy Miller. Sandy is Monty's secretary who is head over heels for Monty but hasn't told him yet.
But
There was hope for Sandy
Gertrude's (the one with the bog feet) father Mr. Butterwick is requiring that Monty hold a job for a full year before he can marry his daughter. And, as mentioned, Monty is lazy so the chances of this actually happening were quite slim.

With a little bit of blackmailing, Monty manages to land himself a job with Ivor Llewellyn, a film tycoon from Hollywood. When Monty thinks he has the conditions filled after working for Ivan for a year.

Mr. Butterwick isn't much of a fan of Monty though so he does everything he can to put a stop to the marriage. And Sandy doesn't give up so easily either so she does her best to throw her wrenches in the wheels. There's also a problem involving Ivan's wife's pearl necklace.

I liked the way this one was written a lot better. It was a lot easier on the eye as well as being a whole hell of a lot funnier than any of the other books I've had so far this year. I would really suggest this one for a little bit of light weekend reading. It's not dense at all and the use of dialogue is quite fantastic in some spots. Or if you're not into Monty and gang, P.G. has written at least 75 other books with 3 collections. He's like the Nora Roberts of mysteries for old men I think.

Hahaha and looking at the picture on the back again, his glasses remind me of the gag old fart glasses we got my dad a few weeks ago for his 50th birthday.
As seen here:
http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=168698&id=604610949#!/photo.php?pid=4389320&id=604610949

Let's play catch up, shall we?

As you've noticed, I seem to be a little behind on updating about my exciting trips to the Peter White. You'll be proud to know that I have books from the last two weeks. I just haven't gotten to the writing about them part.

The last few adventures to the Peter White:
I am still going with fiction for a change, general fiction to be specific. Kind of.
They have some great books on tape. Perfect for long car rides home. Or if you get sick of the T.V.
And if you're out running errands and all of a sudden, both you and your roommate are going to pee yourselves, they have nice bathrooms!

Oh, and one of the librarians smiled at me! It's the little things in life, right? Usually they all seem to be slightly on the cantankerous side.

I guess Tara was having a Chinese food craving because the letters she picked the last two times were CHI and WOK. Every time we go to my house, we eat at China Wok. Some of the best in Traverse City, even though it's mall food. Jennifer Chiaverini was the lucky winner of the CHI search. And the book... The Christmas Quilt. It's one of nine quilt books by Jennifer, most of which are about Elm Creek Manor. The book centers around Sylvia Bergstrom Compson, who is the Master Quilter, and her friend Sarah McClure.

Sylvia is a bit of a Scrooge who doesn't want to decorate or do anything for Christmas because of some bad holiday memories. Sarah, on the other hand, decks the halls with balls of holly fa la la la la la la la la.
Anyway
On one of her searches for more decorations, Sarah finds an old, unfinished quilt started by each of Sylvia's previous family members throughout history. Sylvia attempts to piece the blanket together amidst family turmoil and personal angst. I didn't really like the way ti was written so I kind of had a hard time pushing myself to go further. The whole things seemed to be long paragraphs with shorter ones and some dialogue every now and then. It was dense and kind of quite boring. That and, since it's April, I'm not really in the Christmasy spirit. Actually, I'm not a super spirited person to begin with around Christmas. Shocker, right?

The whole theme of the book is that all different types of fabrics can be held together forever if sewn together with strong seems. Just like the bonds of family can be held tight with the bonds of tradition, faith, loyalty, and love. Maybe a little cliche but hey, every story needs a moral, right?

Life isn't like a box of chocolates, it's like a big old quilt from grandma there to keep you warm when you need it.

Ok, so maybe not, but it'd be a nice thought, wouldn't it?