In Which Your Humble Blogger may have been trying to remember the that’s not what justice is quote, looked it up, and was done for.
In Which Your Humble Blogger did read the thing, after all. But this is the last one.
In Which, if it weren’t for misapprehensions, Your Humble Blogger wouldn’t have any apprehensions at all.
In Which Your Humble Blogger finishes the Percy Jackson series at last, only to discover I am again two books behind.
In Which Your Humble Blogger tallies another one.
In Which Your Humble Blogger goes back to Zamonia, and not (one hopes) for the last time.
In Which Your Humble Blogger should put in something about luck, probably.
In Which Your Humble Blogger gets expert advice, of a sort.
In Which Your Humble Blogger doesn’t even remember the Italian word for asshole.
In Which Your Humble Blogger realizes that he is still three months behind on the book reports. Seventeen books, which probably means that a few have just been forgotten and will be lost in the mists of proverbial.