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Today, it is raining. It's that kind of rain that's only one step up from mist, tiny drops so small that you can't distinguish one from another, so that they don't make a sound other than a soft continuous hiss. The sky is grey and opaque and when I look out the window toward the ferry, I can't tell the sky from the water.

I think this is my favorite kind of weather. I like the quiet of it, the way the rain blurs the edges of things and makes the whole world softer. Selfishly, I like being able to be indoors when it rains, preferably with a blanket and a book and a cup of tea, watching the tracks of water down my windows. It's such a relief, after days of brassy sunlight, to be quiet again, to be still.

Rain makes me feel like I'm wrapped in a quilt, like there's another layer between me and all the bothersome things in the world. And I wore grey and black today - by coincidence, not design - but I'm pleased by it nonetheless.

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So, in addition to rereading Hill House (Mrs Montague, how did I forget how irritating you are?), I have also been reading a book about Bonnie and Clyde. Because, sometimes, you want to read about bank robbers, y'know?

Except, alas, it is rather disappointing. Not because it's a bad book - on one level, it's pretty fascinating, in that "bits of history I don't know much about" kind of way. But my gods, Bonnie and Clyde suck. I'm pretty sure that I could rob a bank (in the '30's, at least) better than them. It's very sad.

So now I am craving books - fiction, I think - about bank robbers who are actually competent. Anyone have any recommendations? I am willing to accept con men (con persons?) also. Really, I just want well-planned and -executed crime sprees.

Anyone?