In Which Your Humble Blogger is all, like, ‘it must be mine!’, and then, not so much, later.
In Which Your Humble Blogger talks about something else.
In Which Your Humble Blogger goes back to the beginning, to find it all different now.
In Which Your Humble Blogger finishes the third of three (and finishes the last vestige of the show, I hope) but still has more than a dozen Book Reports to catch up on.
In Which Your Humble Blogger still doesn’t get it, but there are a lot of things Your Humble Blogger doesn’t get. Never did, and never will, I guess.
In Which Your Humble Blogger starts catching up, from a long way behind.
In Which Your Humble Blogger gets back on the bicycle.
In Which Your Humble Blogger notices that this report is kinda rambly and incoherent, but instead of saving it as a draft and then going back later and editing the bastard, just puts it out on the web like, well, like a blog post.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is probably the only one around here who has finished this one. Anyone? Come on, now, don’t be shy? Well, then. Points for me.
In Which Your Humble Blogger likes the book less and less as it went on, but that was because as the century progressed, I moved from anticipated unfamiliarity to unexpected ignorance.