Tonight‘s book, paired with a lovely raspberry ginger wheat ale that has neither a name nor a head.
I plucked MRS POLLIFAX ON THE CHINA STATION from a Little Free Library because every year I try to read a book from each year I‘ve been alive and I‘m still missing 1983. It seems like it‘s a cozy spy thriller. I‘m also braced for lots of racism, since it‘s from 1983, but I hope it‘ll surprise me.