Still sick. Going on day 8 now. I’m hoping that this is the final day of feeling puny and then I can get to feeling more like my usual self. The good part about being sick this past week is that I finished The Westing Game in record time. I actually was kind of depressed when I finished it because it was such a good book and with it’s conclusion I felt a sort of loss.
The Westing Game is just that: a game played by specifically chosen individuals who are extended the invitation to live in Sunset Towers. Mr. Westing (of Westing paper products) has been murdered and in his will he lays out the rules of the “game” where the players are supposed to find out who among them is the murderer. It’s a fascinating story because you get caught up trying to solve the puzzle but you also get quick snapshots of each player and their character development throughout the story. It’s impressive how well Ellen Raskin wrote the story because even though it’s not a terribly long book you still feel connected to several characters at once and feel like you know each of their stories as if it were your own.
Once again this is not quite up to par, but I need to go lay down. Oh the joys of a head cold.
Till next time…