We are on the Little Peninsula* to attend an event this afternoon but I am sitting at me in-laws' house waiting for everyone to get back-- my husband woke me up at 8:32 and said "Can you be ready for church at 9?" No, I can't be presentable in 25 minutes when 4 or more people are competing for one bathroom. On the plus side, I've gotten to enjoy several cups of coffee in quietness. First, though, I picked up my book. I was excited to crack the next one in Jodi Taylor's series. I had looked at it a bit dubiously when I checked it out yesterday: having read the title list a few times, I thought the title I had in hand came farther down the list. But, 1) I ordered the titles in order on successive ordering carts, so trusted that they would arrive in order, and 2) the back of the book shows the cover images of the first three books, which encouraged my belief that this was #4 in hand. After reading a few pages, I was surprised that some obviously big life events had apparently happened between books. After a few other catching-the-reader-up-to-speed info-bombs, I determined this was not, in fact, book 4. In actuality, it is book 7.
*not its real name.
Brave with Kelly Macdonald. I've watched this once (maaaaybe twice) before, but I don't think I wrote it down. This is a fun movie and I like the music. It keeps the silliness to a minimum, but unlike Inside Out, it is definitely a kids' movie (although, in the way of most Disney/Pixar, still fun for grown-ups). Not one I feel driven to own, but I'll probably watch it again sometime.
He spends a significant amount of time talking about himself, his history, his feelings; is he that much of a celebrity in Great Britain that those are topics of interest? I will be skipping all his other documentaries Netflix suggested.