ice ice baby

We pick our way around treacherous patches of ice on the sidewalks; the blue blue sky and calm air make up for the risk and the cold. The day flits away from us, we attend to correspondence and housekeeping details.
Ali Smith's Hotel World was all right, not wonderful. Never Let Me Go by Kazuo Ishiguro is all right, not mindblowing. Not sure how these two little novels will generate much thought-provoking discussion; maybe their social issues will. Both are UK authors, the first from Scotland, the second, a Japanese-Brit who wrote the very good Remains of the Day. Guess I'm in the mood for something meatier.