In Which Your Humble Blogger finds that a particular novel reads somewhat different in the context of the author’s ouvre than in the context of a different author’s ouvre when you are confused about who wrote what, and haven’t actually read any of that author’s books, even when you think you have.
In Which Your Humble Blogger doesn’t spoil the bit about the kid being a paranoid schizophrenic. Or about him not being one. Or whatever.
In Which Your Humble Blogger reads one of them classics of historical whatnot.
In Which Your Humble Blogger spoils the plot by comparing it to other plots, which is a spoiler in itself, I suppose, although not a very spoily one.
In Which Your Humble Blogger finally re-reads, and enjoys, the peak from which there is nowhere to go but down.
In Which Your Humble Blogger gets educated, which is really very important, especially for the brains.
In Which Your Humble Blogger reads a Stirring Adventure of Spies, Time Travel and Curious Hats.
In Which Your Humble Blogger fails to spoil a book’s, er, plot-related program activites.
In Which Your Humble Blogger almost forgets to mention that it’s a really good book.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is pretty sure which book he read.