Infodumps, and The Book Not Written: Little Brother, part b
In Which Your Humble Blogger enthuses over a book you can’t buy, not because it’s not released yet, but because it exists only in YHB’s imagination.
In Which Your Humble Blogger enthuses over a book you can’t buy, not because it’s not released yet, but because it exists only in YHB’s imagination.
In Which Your Humble Blogger begins what will become a Book Report, when I finish the book.
In Which Your Humble Blogger goes off topic just a tad.
In Which Your Humble Blogger returns to a simpler time, when we didn’t have records of how many homeless kids were abused, killed and dumped in the woods.
In Which Your Humble Blogger reads backwards and forwards, to his own detriment.
In Which YHB enjoys a book even though it’s not his sort of thing.
In SPOILER Which SPOILER Your SPOILER Humble SPOILER Blogger SPOILER reveals SPOILER the SPOILER ending SPOILER of SPOILER the SPOILER book.
In Which Your Humble Blogger just writes to say that her son has a chance at a job but doesn’t have any good work clothes, so if you and your boys have some old suits that you don’t wear any more, it would be greatly appreciated.
In Which Your Humble Blogger finds a new author to adore, although new in this case means old, which should’t surprise anyone, now, should it?
In Which Your Humble Blogger is interested in a mostly uninteresting book about an interesting person and his sisters and his cousins and his aunts.