I love painted floors. Adore them actually and this post on Apartment Therapy about blue floors made me drool.
Believe it or not, I am still reading the J.D. Robb "In Death" series. I know, shocking right? I am about to start book number 5 called "Ceremony in Death". I admit that I have figured out who the killer has been in every book, am I sleuth? Nah, just lucky. When you introduce new characters each time deductive reasoning says "Hey, it is either Edgar or Poe." (See what I did there?) I have never read a really hardcore murder mystery and perhaps I should go get me some Agatha Christie, but I do love Eve's tough as nails persona. I also like her hubby, Roarke, for the simple fact that he is the one steady calm in her life. For once it is nice to read a relationship that has it's quarrels or tiffs, but does not fall apart like a dramatic scene written for acting class. I do have my beefs about parts of the series. Words like "more" and "greedy" are used a lot in their sex scenes and I pretty much have come to expect him to cup her breast every few pages or so. This is usually why I dislike series novels so much. It is way too easy to fall into the same routine for your characters without even realizing it sometimes. But, for now, I am happy so we shall see how far I get. I am surprised no movie has been pitched for this non-bumbling female cop, but Hollywood still seems to prefer its women semi-helpless if not strong at all. C'est la vie!