I can't remember the last time I did one of these. I only thought of doing it tonight because we've found a book series that Jackson really likes AND THAT I LIKE TOO and I felt that that was noteworthy.
(And here I am, editing my own post after reading through everything - you won't like these. SORRY. God, I am depressing these days.)
The Secret Agent Jack Stalwart Series. My sister bought Jack the first book in the series for Christmas and two miraculous things happened: he liked it and he read it (mostly) by himself. !!! Then the other day she texted me a link to the fourth Jack Stalwart book because in that one he goes to LONDON which is where Jackson Cheung is headed in a few short months. I ordered it right away, it arrived today, we hammered out three chapters before bed. It's about a 9-year-old secret agent for the "Global Protection Force". He's sent on missions all over the world (very educational ones, obvs) and is ultimately looking for his older brother, also a secret agent who has mysteriously disappeared... I hadn't heard of this one anywhere else, so here's your heads up. (P.S. Jack and Molly have also discovered the Boxcar Children, which, barf.)
I finished David Downing's WWII spy series (starts with Zoo Station) and I haven't read anything I've liked since. I've been reading a sort of anthology of personal experiences during WWI, but... eh... I have a handful of books on hold. Oh, and I borrowed No Vulgar Hotel from my mother; it's Judith Martin's take on being a Venetophile - but if you're not in the section of the Venn diagram where "Miss Manners" and "Forget the rest of Europe, I'll rent a palace in Venice" meet, I'm not sure it's up your alley. I don't know why I don't immediately read what everyone else on Twitter is reading... I'm very happy in my war book/murder mystery rut, to be quite honest, and I could use a few more of those. There's IS a new Inspector Rutledge out, but I'll bet you a million dollars Meredith Channing isn't in it and I'll just get annoyed all over again that they're never going to let Rutledge be HAPPY FTLOG. All right all right, I know no one wants my BOOK recommendations. Harrumph.
How about an app? The only phone games I like are Bejeweled, the NYT crossword to which I've stopped subscribing because it costs more than ninety-nine cents, and mindless-ish logic games, like Hashi. I finally found a new app I didn't delete after the first try. It's called Logic Dots and I don't know, maybe other people know it already or it's crazy boring? It's the perfect amount of puzzle and automaton swiping that I like to do before I turn out my lights. The first sets of puzzles are pretty simple, but I have a feeling they're going to get bigger and more complicated and start laughing at me. I don't love it like I love Hashi, but it's filling an App Void right now.
Have you not seen the Taylor Swift Blank Space video? (Why haven't you?!) Okay, so I basically want to be Taylor Swift's character in this video. The clothes, the hair, the makeup, the style, the furnishings, the drama, the opportunity to whale on a fancy car with a golf club - YES, PLEASE.
Think anyone is going to let me have my very own afternoon at Bletchley Park when we go to England? I'm guessing no. But this was a great article about an amazing place that no one knew about: Where The Real 'Imitation Game' Happened.
This is a really long, super geeky link about "advanced" enneagram stuff - moving towards, against, away from) and maybe skip this one? (I read it in chunks, bookmarked for future reference.) (Nerd.)
Why Asian-Americans Might Not Talk About Ferguson. I still don't have words for this topic, but it's been helpful to read a lot of what Asian-American leaders are saying to Asian-American churches. My general direction to myself is Listen.
In a similar-ish vein, Why Can't Critics Talk About Fresh Off The Boat? Phillip and I eagerly and nervously await the debut of this network sitcom.
I've been reading a lot about France... this was really interesting (I promise), about French secularism... and here's a piece on Politico.com about why it was okay Obama didn't go to the demonstration in Paris.
Trying to parse all of that is HARD.
To cap off a bunch of links you don't want to read, here's another! On that football game this past Sunday, the one during which I washed and changed everyone's sheets because I couldn't stand being around my overinvested husband shouting at the television. But this one made me want to hug the dude that couldn't hold onto that onside kick, man, I feel SO BAD for that guy. SO BAD.