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This is not a pleasant story; rising star criminal defence barrister Tessa is assaulted and has to decide whether to take her turn on the other side of the bar table, as victim and witness. I was completely hooked; if I have any criticism it‘s that the odd element felt overdone or heavy handed; a little formulaic in novel format perhaps. I am a sucker for the apparent glamour of the barrister/courtroom life and this was excellent on that.

The ebook edition I got was kind of garbled at times (weird typos), but I found this a surprisingly brisk read. Nice to finally place some of the quotations that go around in context.

Mostly just read it for this StoryGraph challenge, which echoes a Goodreads challenge: https://app.thestorygraph.com/reading_challenges/b39b226a-7d82-4267-a215-77dde52... But I appreciated it more than I'd expected.

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Ghost guest at banquet.
Only Macbeth sees Banquo.
Crown weighs heavy now.

Read The Crucible to get ready to watch John Proctor is the Villain on Broadway.

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Nooses whisper as
the girls' lies waft through Salem––
truth burning in flames.

I obviously needed to see a second ballet this month. 😂

“Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene”

La casa di Giulietta a Verona.
Juliet‘s home, at least the one featured in the movie Letters to Juliet, in Verona.

There were some interesting and enlightening moments, but it didn‘t feel very profound to me. It‘s about a mom, son, and daughter. The son works at a warehouse but his head is in the movies and poetry and the clouds. The daughter is debilitatingly shy, has uneven legs, and only cares for her glass menagerie and Victrola. The mom is overly ambitious for the both of them.

Sunday theatre with Daisy-May, who‘s decided she‘s tired of being upright and would like to sprawl on her awful couch for a few hours, thanks.

(The STORIES I could tell you about this couch! It‘s an atrocity. Those leather couches people leave by the curb as freebies and nobody ever actually picks up because they‘re AWFUL are nicer than this late Victorian piece to which my aunt is hopelessly attached.)