In Which Your Humble Blogger just posts a list.
In Which Your Humble Blogger would also enjoy your recommendations, Gentle Reader, if you have ’em.
In Which Your Humble Blogger likes the sound of his own voices, or rather, voices.
In Which Your Humble Blogger embarrasses himself, but has a point.
In Which Your Humble Blogger gives you the whole list in one post, rather than in dribs and drabs and a final wrap-up.
In Which Your Humble Blogger really likes a writer (It's Frances Hardinge).
In Which Your Humble Blogger keeps his memory on-line these days, like everybody else.
In Which Your Humble Blogger would actually get cast in the contemporary one about the middle-aged man getting married, achieving the normal domestic life he never thought he wanted and finding out that it really is all that.
In Which Your Humble Blogger aims for a kind of dry ironic tone, and probably misses by a mile. Ah, well.
