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Off sick since I'm all stuffed up with cold, and it occurs to me I've been somewhat remiss in updating the obsessive-bookworm progress since December. Oops. In case anyone's new to this, I started documenting here my attempts initially to read 50 books in a year (the final total was 83-and-a-bit) and have continued since I've decided 200 books in 3 years sounds do-able.

Anyway, books read since my last post in December are as follows:

Blood Price by Tanya Huff (Henry, strawberry blond?)
The Suspect by Michael Robotham (suffers from 'clever amateur, stupid police' syndrome)
The Bethlehem Murders by Matt Rees (life is too awful and inevitable things happen...)
Pelagia and the White Bulldog by Boris Akunin (if you like Russian lit, you'll be fine...)
Heat Stroke by Rachel Caine (excellent series, can't wait for book 7)
Ill Wind by Rachel Caine
Chill Factor by Rachel Caine
Windfall by Rachel Caine
Firestorm by Rachel Caine
Crown of Shadows by CS (Celia) Friedman (final book of a fantastic trilogy, highly recommended!)
Thin Air by Rachel Caine
The Necropolis Railway by Andrew Martin (get over yourself, research junkie)
Fragile Things by Neil Gaiman (excellent in parts, but there is also poetry)
Transformation by Carol Berg (good, must read rest of trilogy)
The Field of Blood by Denise Mina (good with reservations)
Sabriel by Garth Nix (excellent, highly recommended, must read rest of trilogy)

And next in the TBR pile on my bedside table is Lonely Werewolf Girl by Martin Millar, which will be book #97...

RIP Obi (2001? - 2008)

Sadly, I have just got back from the emergency vets, having made an unexpected trip there with Obi.

I'd noticed he had a lump in his abdomen and he was due to see the vet tomorrow evening, since he'd seemed fine otherwise, but then he went downhill very rapidly tonight over the space of about 90 minutes. So much so, in fact, that by the time Obi was actually in with the vet there was so little heart activity that they couldn't even inject him to put him to sleep and he just passed away peacefully on the table.

The above seems to be the best pic I have of him, doing his second-best favourite thing, since I can't locate the one I was sure I had of him doing his customary prairie dog impression any time he thought he was missing out on something. Or indeed, his party trick of unplugging the hoover...