Last Bus to Woodstock

by Colin Dexter.


I love watching old Inspector Morse shows on PBS, so this week I decided to finally read the book that started it all: The Last Bus to Woodstock. This is the very first Inspector Morse mystery.

The story starts when 2 girls who obviously know each other can't figure out the bus schedule so they decide to hitch a ride to Woodstock. They're last seen climbing into a red car. Several hours later, one of these girls is found murdered in the back of a pub parking lot.

Inspector Morse and his new partner Lewis have to filter through all the statements of witnesses to the hitch hiking, discover who is lying, what they're lying about, and why. This isn't your typical Sherlock Holmes or Hercule Poirot mystery where all the clues are presented at the beginning. Instead you find things out as you go along, but by the end the reader does know as much as Lewis and Morse and so has the same opportunity to solve the puzzle as they do.

Sunset at Blandings

by P.G. Wodehouse

So frustrating!!

The other day, when football season started, 

and I went to the library...

I picked up this book. I was craving a little P.G. Wodehouse &

his witty, light-hearted, and romantic situational humor.

I was in a bit of a hurry, 

and Sunset at Blandings was the first one I picked up.

I didn't need to read the back because it didn't matter what the story

was about, it was written by one of my favorite writers.

Thanks, Amazon.com

This weekend I sat down to read it & last night 

HALF way through the story,

just as the plot threads are getting tangled

and the main characters are finding themselves 

in over their heads & the love stories are thickening...

The story ends.

Ends.

I turn the page expecting chapter 17,

and instead I get a note that says -more or less-

"these 90 pages were found in Wodehouse's

hospital room when he died on February 14, 1975."

Such a bummer.