August.
Despite my misgivings, I will hopefully have a lot to do and a lot to write, in the next weeks, while the countryside flounders into a deep pool of apathy and ennui, and only the mosquitoes seem to have any energy left.

So, work by day (hopefully), and a good book by night, together with a refreshing drink, or maybe an ice cream (gotta be careful with that, I’m trying to cut the sugar).

And so I dug out a book I had ordered last autumn.
It’s called Weird Detectives – Recent Investigations and it’s a big fat anthology edited by Paula Guran (always a guarantee) and featuring… well, you can guess it.
I always had a thing for weird detectives, and I am really looking forward to a few nights of pleasure.
Actually, I already read some of the stories collected here – and Caitlìn R. Kiernan’s The Maltese Unicorn alone is worth the price of admission. I will re-read it and still enjoy the sheer fun and the depth of it.
And then there’s a story by Simon R. Green – another favorite of mine.
And Neil Gaiman.
And Joe Lansdale.
And William Meikle.
And everybody else – this is a true wonder of a collection¹.

Also, I have to say I absolutely love the cover art.
Publisher Prime Books has a wonderful selection of wonderful anthologies – and were I not broke, I’d splurge a few bucks on a pair of other titles.

Anyway – cool air, a cold tall glass of Moroccan mint tea, and a good book.
Vacations, here in the hills of Astigianistan.