Hell is Empty. Craig Johnson.*
Sheriff Walt Longmire hunts for an escaped prisoner on a mountain in a snowstorm because he's a gritty cowboy, dagnabbit. Mysticism and hilariously implausible natural disasters abound. I would enjoy the whole ridiculous mess more if much of the plot didn't center around the unsolved murder of a little boy. So instead, this just made me really sad.
As the Crow Flies. Craig Johnson.*
I should mention that Cody is checking out a new Longmire book every time I finish one. It's very kind of him to memorize the books in order and to plan which library branch he'll take Evelyn to based on which one has the next book. I should have liked this book more I guess, but there was a long peyote trip sequence that felt indulgent and contrived. I was so burned out on Longmire books that I waited two whole weeks before starting another one (I have since finished it).
The Yarn Whisperer: My Unexpected Life in Knitting. Clara Parkes*
This is just what it sounds like. It's a memoir of sorts stories and memories tied to projects or techniques or yarn. Or some combination of those. Or all of them. There are a lot of thoughts, and I was glad Parkes shared them.
