the two original mysteriously Victorian covers with their hint of splendor and their Gothic buildings and faces hidden under hoods. The newer reissues took me a bit by surprise with their more modern, enticing air. And that's why I think this is a lovely compromise. We've been so fortunate this year with two Deanna Raybourn books coming out and I am already counting down the days until the release of Dark Road to Darjeeling--due out October 1st!
I haven't wanted to talk about this. With anyone. But I think I probably need to. That like Georgina, I need to use my words to break the curse. I think that like Sam, I need to believe in my cure. So I'm going to talk about it here, and maybe you can help. Since pandemic type things got real in my neck of the woods, I haven't been able to read. I haven't been able to reread . This has (and I am not exaggerating) never happened to me before in my life. I know it happens frequently to most everyone. And I have certainly always been a mood reader. It's not in any way uncommon for me to drift from book to book, from shelf to shelf in my library, until I land upon the right thing. But that drifting tends to occur over the course of a few hours. Not ever does it occur over the course of a few days or, God forbid, weeks. I feel like I'm losing my mind. And, yes, I am fully aware of where this problem likely rates on the triviality scale in the current scheme of