A Good Girl’s Guide To Murder Review

I read this book on Kindle. Even with the images, I could read and understand the story.

It was great. I loved Pip (what a name???) and was glad, but the ending was bad. I won’t spoil it except to say it seemed improbable, even after the confessions.

Pip is a senior in Fairview High School, doing her capstone project on the murder of Andie Bell and trying to find Sal Singh innocent of the crime. So many spiderwebs and connections, stories of murder, rape, and drugs. So many “This person did it, no this one…” It was a fun trip. I thought it was an abusive father, but it wasn’t (I’m not glad about it). If you go down that road, it’s the wrong one!

Am I rude?

I have surrendered.

I bought earpods for my phone (not Apple Airpods–too cheap for that!). My kid, since almost birth, has had phones in his ears, listening to music and podcasts. I gave up and decided to try to listen to music during downtimes, and while waiting for…whatever. It was hard the first day, and I ended up falling asleep, losing half an hour of the below audiobook. It was during dialysis, so that happens often.

While wearing the headphones, it felt weird–and rude. I was listening to the music or spoken word in one ear, and not hearing everything going on with the other. How can my son do this without being rude? I guess it takes practice.

I started Norse Mythology over two years ago and dipped into it here and there. It wasn’t bad. Pretty flat. I knew some of the stories, but not the cross-dressing Thor. Did Marvel do that? They should.

I am going to try it again tomorrow, again at dialysis, both going to and from and waiting for the rides.

Today I had a CT scan. Wednesday, February 6, I had the biopsy. The PA said the results may be available next week. The “lesion” (aka tumor) on my liver is near my lung, so I had to lie on my side for the procedure. It felt like they thrust a spatula into my side and dug out the tissue. I had to get three x-rays of my lungs to make sure the PA didn’t nick it while digging at my liver. Fun times.

Getting thru my TBR before I die

I realized I have over 400 books in my To Be Read pile. A lot of them are when I was in my queer or romantasy phase. I’m over both now, so I think they’re going to get tossed. Life’s too short to read books you don’t like.
Most books are female-driven now. I understand that it’s important to show girls in powerful positions, but geez. Not 75% of the new books in my genre (fantasy). I’m sorry, but I like Harry Dresden in the early days. Or early urban fantasy. Yes, its trope is some white guy in a trench coat living in some down and dirty city, practicing magic. (Oooh, should I have some Black guy in a trench coat practicing mojo and hoodoo in, say, Providence? Hmmmm.)
Anyway, I started cataloguing the books to read for the next few months. I only read at dialysis or in bed, and then on the phone or Kindle respectively. My challenge is to read 30 books this year. It was 75 last year–yeah, right. I got up to cataloguing 13 before I realized I might not make it to 30, never mind 400.

Do I read the first fifty or so pages, the middle, then skip around until I get to the end? Is that reading or a Did Not Finish? If the first fifty–heck, the first twenty, sometimes–doesn’t grab me, it’s definitely a DNF. Medusa’s Sisters was like that; a feminist snorefest. I’ve only read one book so far this year: The Astrology House, a mystery of sorts. Forgettable. I think someone died. There were so many different points of view told in the same voice that I couldn’t tell one person from the other. How does this stuff get published?

I don’t think I’ll make 30 books his year. About twenty hours a week is dialysis. Maybe ten or so is editing/etc. Forty hours of sleep, if I’m lucky. Maybe ten hours of working on my own stuff (that includes gaming). The rest is waiting or transporting to doctor visits. I should get Airpods to listen to audiobooks while I wait.

It’s a date

Biopsy is slated for Wednesday, February 4 and CT Scans Friday, February 6. My expectations are that the biopsy will show renal carcinoma, and the CT scans are negative.

I am dumping my BFF of 40+ years. First of all, she thinks she knows me. I’ve changed over the years. My favorite band is not The Police. It was when I was in high school. My favorite color is not black any more. She has no idea what I am now.
Secondly, she is not supportive. She is homebound because she is afraid of going out and falling. And her idea of support is telling me about all the people she knows who died of cancer, including her father. He had colon cancer that spread to his liver, and he was gone in three months after diagnosis.
Like I needed to hear that.
So I’m walking around with a big red “C” on my forehead, thinking I’ll die in three months. Because of that, I’m scared. Petrified. I don’t have my life in order! I don’t have a will. Nobody knows my wishes.
It’s all her fault for putting this in my head.

Good news! (such as it is)

It seems I don’t have liver cancer. My kidney cancer has come back and attacked my liver. So technically, it’s not liver cancer? I always thought cancer is cancer and whatever organ it’s in is that kind of cancer. Seems there are different specialties and the oncologist I saw specializes in liver cancer.

Anyway, the next steps are a biopsy of the mass on my liver to find out if it is the kidney cancer come back, and a CT scan of the chest and pelvis just to be sure it’s not all over the place. Based on recent–within a year–images, it’s not everywhere, just localized in my liver, which is good. There’s a lot of new treatments, the oncologist said, like targeted therapies, but we’re not going to talk about that until the biopsy is done. That will probably be late this week, early next. Mother Nature has thrown a spanner in the works because of the winter storm, so everything will probably be off a couple of days.

My last post went off on my poor son. He’s a “prince” as a good friend called him. He’s been helpful, kind, and makes me laugh. He’s been morbid, talking about how he’s going to tell off my “BFF” and what he’s going to wear (his version of cosplay) at my funeral. I hope he doesn’t get forced into a suit. Anyway, he’s been the best anyone could ask for.

So now it’s a waiting game. Waiting for the appointments, waiting for results, waiting on doctors. Need to advocate for myself and be a squeaky wheel, which I’m not used to being.