In Which Your Humble Blogger is an old softy, but y’all knew that.
In Which Your Humble Blogger adds one to the list and crosses it off in the same hour.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is still seven books behind, according to my list, which probably is missing one or two.
In Which Your Humble Blogger wants you to buy, borrow or steal a book, although the latter is not actually recommended, what with, you know, illegal and wrong.
In Which Your Humble Blogger might, if the rambling went on for long enough, have eventually got to the bit where this particular book and the things in it are used as a specific example of the general idea.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is not very efficient.
In Which the fourth time is charming, too.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is comforted, and a bit bored.
In Which Your Humble Blogger responds without responding to people who comment without commenting.
In Which Your Humble Blogger can’t go home again.