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There is a FIFTH Janie book by Caroline B Cooney, a final (possibly) sequel to The Girl on the Milk Carton. I had no idea. Based on my relative enjoyment of current Cooney to classic Cooney, I do not have high hopes, but OBVIOUSLY I shall be buying it anyway. Apparently Janie finally comes to terms with what happened to her. I'm not sure I'd ever come to terms with it myself, but there you go.

Finished Bring Up the Bodies last night, which I didn't love as much as Wolf Hall. I'd still be eager to read more, but it didn't feel as immersive. I know people had complained that just being "him" or "he" instead of Cromwell was confusing, but I hadn't found that so, whereas I did find "he, Cromwell" jarring. Now I am reading An Abundance of Katherines by John Green, after I loved A Fault in Our Stars. So far I am a bit untaken with it, though perhaps that will improve once I am further in.

I went to a pub for lunch for my birthday today, but I was too full and pressed for time to have pudding. I am sorry about this, I was going to have the guinness and chocolate sponge.