New Audiobook, New Book--The Groundhogs Stay Deep Underground!

Our beloved woodchucks (in the Northeast we don't call them groundhogs) would not even consider coming out of hibernation on February 2nd, Groundhog's Day.  We don't see them at all until grass appears from under the snow, which can rarely be late March at the absolute earliest, or mid-April. When the woodchucks finally appear, they head immediately for the only green grass, which is, of course, over the septic tank.
My father's birthday was February 1st, and when I was little, I confused his birthday with Groundhog's Day. On February 2nd, my mother always served cake-style doughnuts (plain), with honey, which in my mother's family, were always eaten on that day to ensure prosperity in the New Year. So my father had a birthday cake on the First, then the next day we had doughnuts, and it was one big long connected holiday, as far as I was concerned.

I've just started listening to The Dutch Girl: Audrey Hepburn and World War II by Robert Matzen (2019).  It's fascinating--and I've ordered a hard copy from the library because at the beginning of the book, her family's Belgian names, nobility all, are hard to grasp and distinguish on audio. So yes, Audrey's mother was Belgian and her father (her mother's second husband) was English, and both of them were pro-Nazi.  (The Mitford Sisters also figure prominently.) I'm only 13 percent of the way into the bio, but that much is clear. She spent the war years living with her mother in the Netherlands. She desperately struggled to fit in, as a Dutch girl, which she wasn't, not at all. She couldn't even speak the language, naturally. I recommend it highly.
I'll give more details as I listen,  while desperately trying to finish an updated cardigan style sweater, in sapphire heather Cascade 220 yarn. That's my favorite brand of knitting worsted wool. At least 80 shades, I believe. Webs (yarn.com) is my primary knitting store. Although they do a huge mail-order business, they also have an enormous  warehouse outlet in Northhampton, Massachusetts. Very occasionally on my way to Boston I drive the 18 miles out of my way to drop in.

Before bed at night I'm reading a thriller--the beginning of the year always seems to find me grasping for thrillers. The only other time of year I condescend to them is when we experience blistering heat. In any case, this one is Mr. Nobody by Catherine Steadman, an  English author, who is also an actress who appeared in Downton Abbey. Psychological suspense in spades here! But I'm only 75 pages in and the book is more than 350 pages, so I can't deliver a verdict yet.