Book Report: Exit the King
In Which Your Humble Blogger finds it easier to read a play than see it.
In Which Your Humble Blogger finds it easier to read a play than see it.
In Which Your Humble Blogger writes about himself, rather than the book. As usual.
In Which Your Humble Blogger was told in the summertime that Ms. Bujold was writing a new Vorkosigan book, and yet it is not in my hands yet.
In Which Your Humble Blogger reduces the height of the stack by one, albeit a slim one.
In Which Your Humble Blogger ponders an eternal verity, or perhaps an ephemeral verity, or perhaps an ephemeral falsity.
In Which Your Humble Blogger … mmm… lamb… sorry, what was that?
In Which Your Humble Blogger thinks its a good idea, although it’s a good idea for Other People.
In Which Your Humble Blogger begins the process of catching up.
In Which Your Humble Blogger appears to be easily satisfied, but on the other hand, if easily doesn’t mean frequently, maybe it doesn’t mean easily either.
In Which Your Humble Blogger omits some of the author’s interesting observations about the film adaptation, perhaps for another note.