Matters of family

My dear sister and her husband and a son and a friend of the son are visiting from western Idaho; it's great to have them here. We're just kind of hanging out and enjoying the HEAVENLY weather, the boys camping in the yard.
Reading a kind of fluffy novel called The Fall, written by a fellow who supposedly is Oxford-educated. It's kind of soap opera-y, but has very good descriptive passages about climbing. I feel guilty reading material that is predictable and corny. What's next?