I apparently have no regards for my own list of books. I was planning on reading Pink Boots and a Machete while I was on vacation, but I didn't. I finished Lost in a Good Book by Jasper Fforde (the second book in the Thursday Next series) right before I left. The ending kind of left me hanging so I decided to start the next one. Then, given that I have reading ADD, I also started reading the first book in the No. 1 Ladies Detective Agency series.I know that I read the first book in the Thursday Next series, The Eyre Affair, but I don't really remember much about it. Luckily, that had no bearing on my enjoyment of book #2 in the series. Set in an alternate 1980s England, Thursday Next joins the "Jurisfiction" squad in an attempt to save her husband who has been eradicated (the same fate her father suffered). She is apprenticed to the man-hating Miss Havisham from Dickens’s Great Expectations. She learns that she has the ability to jump into books and she visits the works of Kafka, Austen, and Beatrix Potter. Thursday also finds herself the target of a series of potentially lethal coincidences (which she doesn't believe in). If you are looking for something funny and relatively easy to read, I highly recommend this series. I'm not really sure what made me look into The No. 1 Ladies Detective Agency, but I'm glad I did. This is another book that surprised me. I was pretty sure that it wasn't going to be something that I enjoyed, but I did! It was a quick and easy read (and good enough that I am now reading the second book in the series). Set in Botswana, Mma Ramotswe, a large (in the "traditional" way) woman who, after her father dies leaving her many head of cattle, opens a detective agency. She is hired to track husbands of all kinds (cheating, missing, thieving), as well as daughters, sons and witch doctors. She loves her country and is content with her life. Mma Ramotswe is intuitive and good at her job. Many of the people she comes into contact with doubt her (a lady detective...nonesense!), but she always gains the upper hand. The only problem I had with this book is that it is written by a white guy, from the perspective of a black woman. Alexander McCall Smith was born in Zimbabwe so I suppose he might have some clue what life is like in Africa, but I'm pretty sure he knows nothing about being a woman.