In Which Your Humble Blogger really starts trying to catch up on Book Reports before the end of the year.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is unfair to Lois McMaster Bujold. Readers are so unfair. And yet, where would we be without them?
In Which Your Humble Blogger talks quite a bit about the characters and the plot, including the ending, and doesn’t even mention the cover design that people liked so much.
In Which once again Your Humble Blogger fails to mention whether he liked the book, or what it’s about, or anything about it other than the attributes of the physical object. This isn’t judging a book by its cover, this is judging a book by the pound.
In Which Your Humble Blogger talks about the physical book to the exclusion of the words within it.
In Which Your Humble Blogger presents a new metric in which you, Gentle Reader, are considered (objectively) more important than the great book-buying public.
In Which Your Humble Blogger gives away the ending.
In which Your Humble Blogger inexplicably fails to spoil a wonderful book.
In Which Your Humble Blogger likes a sequel better than its predecessor. What’s up with that? If she writes a third one, it had better stink, like it’s supposed to.
In Which Your Humble Blogger returns to a favorite book and finds it different than it was, which is what makes it so good, really.