
Book 3 for 2025 book bingo: "In the Lives of Puppets” (2024), by TJ Klune.
( My basic thoughts. I wish I liked this book! But alas. )
( Some bitchier thoughts I didn’t include in the post I put on tumblr. )
Four lies that now have to be true.
One month into his retirement, Nathan Muir receives an unexpected visitor.
How long since the bubbles had died? It felt too long, a deadly eternity. But Stephen couldn't count, and didn't: he simply rolled himself over the edge of the gaping hatchway and fell.
Chu Shuzhi tries to re-visit a custom from his past.
Chu Shuzhi and Guo Changcheng are captured by unexpected enemies.
Note: I set out to write something angsty, incorporating prompts from Dorinda's Yuletide letter, but as soon as I put pixels to screen, the fic looked at me and said, "No. I can be morbidly humorous or partially crack, but I refuse to be angsty." It was very firm about the matter. So ... this is not precisely what I set out to write, but I hope y'all enjoy it anyway!
"I am a bachelor," said he, "and being of a sociable turn I cultivate a large number of friends. Among these are the family of a retired brewer called Melville, living at Abermarle Mansion, Kensington. It was at his table that I met some weeks ago a young fellow named Garcia. He was, I understood, of Spanish descent and connected in some way with the embassy. He spoke perfect English, was pleasing in his manners, and as good-looking a man as ever I saw in my life.
"In some way we struck up quite a friendship, this young fellow and I. He seemed to take a fancy to me from the first, and within two days of our meeting he came to see me at Lee. One thing led to another, and it ended in his inviting me out to spend a few days at his house, Wisteria Lodge, between Esher and Oxshott. Yesterday evening I went to Esher to fulfil this engagement.
"He had described his household to me before I went there. He lived with a faithful servant, a countryman of his own, who looked after all his needs. This fellow could speak English and did his housekeeping for him. Then there was a wonderful cook, he said, a half-breed whom he had picked up in his travels, who could serve an excellent dinner. I remember that he remarked what a queer household it was to find in the heart of Surrey, and that I agreed with him, though it has proved a good deal queerer than I thought.