Reading progress update: I've read 1%.

One, Two, Buckle My Shoe (Poirot) - Agatha Christie

Mr Morley was not in the best of tempers at breakfast. He complained of the bacon, wondered why the coffee had to have the appearance of liquid mud, and remarked that breakfast cereals were each one worse than the last.

Mr Morley was a small man with a decided jaw and a pugnacious chin. His sister, who kept house for him, was a large woman rather like a female grenadier. She eyed her brother thoughtfully and asked whether the bath water had been cold again.

Rather grudgingly, Mr Morley said it had not.

I'm not sure I'll read another serious book for the rest of the year. I just kinda want to chill with comfort reads. There is no better comfort read than Agatha Christie...even tho this particular one is very uncomfortable.