My washer conked out some months ago, and I've taken my time in getting a new one (though it should finally happen in coming weeks). Rather than wear dirty clothes, I've been going to a laundromat -- first time in years.
If they're available, I always -- I mean always -- gravitate toward washers 21, 22, and 23.
I didn't really think about that too much. Until yesterday morning, when I found myself referring to those washers as Forsberg, Kloucek, and Hejduk.
If anyone has a way to spin this so that I look cool, I'm all ears.
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#25 -- "Penguin Lost" by Andrey Kurkov
#26 -- "The Japanese Corpse" by Janwillem van de Wetering (re-read)
Well, I didn't hold out too long on the second penguin book. I think this one is better (though it's definitely necessary to read the first beforehand), although Misha the penguin gets less on-screen time. Misha's the best character in the book, which is a bit of a weakness -- I think even non-penguin-oriented people will find him a bit better developed than most of the humans. But overall, really good, still sadly funny and occasionally brutal. It's a pity that there aren't more, but I'll give some other Kurkov books a try.
"The Japanese Corpse" picks up the Amsterdam Cops series that I've been gradually re-reading. The plot has holes big enough for a penguin to walk through -- the machinations to get the characters from Amsterdam to Japan ("hey, guys, this murder ties in to a global crime network. Even though we've got diplomats, international investigators, and special forces at our disposal, we think that two guys from Amsterdam are the best choice to solve it") but I don't really read van de Wetering for the plots, I guess. The descriptions, the ruminations, the interplay are all great fun. Not the best by far, but enjoyable. Bonus: one of the blurbs on the back describes the book as "real slambang." Work that into your conversation today.