Status Updates From The Stars of New Cheltenham...

Favorite line...

“Or is that how they choose recruiters—those who can’t fight, recruit?”

This is probably one of my favorite lines from the book. So like a guy.

...delightful wall of shelves at the back—floor to ceiling with one of those old-fashioned library ladders rolling across at the slightest provocation. That it existed was all the provocation any bibliophile could need. Avie rolled it to one end, climbed halfway up, and pulled herself along as she perused books on butterflies and birds of America, seventeenth-century fashion, and a delicious shelf of mysteries.

Last night's favorite bit.

That was one side of this coin he hadn’t examined. She’d made such a fuss about her brother killing or being killed, but not twenty minutes earlier, she’d pointed out that aside from their emotionally distant aunt and uncle, the McCollum kids were alone.

Today's favorite line:

It all looked good to her, but God had known her limitations and had sent Gladys West and the rest of the team who invented GPS to save the rest of humanity from her directional threats.

My favorite section so far:

He had like zero chance of being killed in action. Avie had done her research. Google said Marine recruiters didn’t get deployed to combat zones. Imagine that. The enemy doesn’t want to sign up. Smart guys.