I haven't read much lately, so I've been trying to get some reading in. i had started "The Day Diana Died" and once I got far enough into it, I couldn't put it down. The more I read of the royal family, the more I realize how terribly dysfunctional they are (when Charles was little, his mother would be gone on a trip but when she returned, she would not hug him--she would shake his hand).
Elizabeth's disregard for how upset the rest of the world was about Diana's death makes me think of Downton Abbey's Violet who asks "what's a week end?"
But the book is a very thorough examination of everything that happened in the weeks leading up to the accident, an investigation of all the people involved, and a detailed description of the accident and Diana's injuries (she did not die at the scene, but died in the hospital).
After finishing that book, I decided I needed to read something light and so read "Raspberry Truffle Murder," by Wendy Meadows, a book which a pen pal sent me as a gift. As I said in my review on Goodreads, I hope she didn't buy it for me. It was perhaps the most unbelievable book I've ever read. I finished it in a couple of hours, but it was painful.
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