Even when I'm not in the mood to do much, I still like to draw books, it seems...
On the left, a thriller. Didn't like it much, it was violent and I didn't care much for the characters. Not bad, either, it was okay for an afternoon with the kids on the beach. On the right, an essay about neo-paganism, what it is, the various groups and tendancies. Interesting.

These were great! On the left, French fabulous author Tonino Benacquista, with a fun story about a Newark ex-maffia family hidden in a small french village, and raising hell there. And on the right, Finland fabulous author Aarto Paasilinna, with a fun story about Suedish midwives and Finnish lumberjacks stranded on a not so desert island.

And twenty six cats. Seventy four to go and I'll be able to draw a cat properly, I hope. (read somewhere that if you draw something a hundred times you can begin to really get it right - meaning, you understand it better.)