In Which Your Humble Blogger returns the library’s copy of the book and then thinks it would be nice to write out that quote that was so much fun, and there just happens to be another copy at another library. Ain’t that something?
In Which Your Humble Blogger is not disappointed.
In Which Your Humble Blogger has issues.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is in the middle of a mystery novel, a biography and a book on the language of Shakespeare, as well as a book about political psychology that I think I’ve given up on and two more novellas that I want to get to before the end of the month, when I will start to get really busy.
In Which Your Humble Blogger fails to give away whether it is the Eagles who are Victorious, or whether the victory is over the Eagles.
In Which Your Humble Blogger makes an error, and lives to not bother regretting it.
In Which Your Humble Blogger manages to fill a virtual page or two, without knowing quite how.
In Which Your Humble Blogger gives away who did it and why, and who didn’t do it and why not, and what the witness saw.
In Which Your Humble Blogger wasn’t really planning on reading the book at all, but there it was, and it didn’t take much work.
In Which Your Humble Blogger suggests a possibility for an engaging activity for this blog, perhaps next year.