Well, and I read The Warrior’s Apprentice again. Such fun. I did notice, this time through, that Miles is not convincingly a teenager at all. I mean, yes, there are ways that his teen-ness plays out, but for the most…
I’m not sure which seems less likely, that E.L. Konigsburg would have written A Proud Taste for Scarlet and Miniver, a children’s fictional biography of Eleanor of Aquitaine, or that Your Humble Blogger would never have heard of it before…
I suppose one of the things about being Connie Willis is that you can write a novella and have it published as a novel. I mean, Subterranean Press does call Inside Job a novella, more or less, but it still…
As I picked up The Family Trade, I thought about the good things I have heard about Charles Stross—well, about his writing—no, actually I’ve heard good things about him as well—I think he’s friends, in an on-line sort of way,…
I picked up The Carpet Makers from the New Book shelf at the local-but-one library, thinking that I probably wouldn’t actually read the thing, but hey, it wasn’t costing me anything. Then I opened it up, and found the first…
Well, and as you know, Your Humble Blogger is fascinated by the art of adapting books into movies, and having at last read Babe the Gallant Pig, I have a new entry for my Top Five Free Adaptations: Babe. The…
Athough I have decided to go ahead and start reading the odd Perry Mason book, I am cautious about trying to read too many too quickly, and overdosing. So I was going to restrict myself to one a month or…
I must admit that as much as I love Horace Rumpole, I’ve never much liked John Mortimer. Now, usually, in something like that, the actor gets all the credit that should by rights go to the author, and I suspect…
One of the things that YHB finds interesting about rereading novels is seeing what sticks in the old memory, and particularly what errors creep in. Before I reread Beauty, I would have said that the point of the book was…
OK, and here’s the weird thing about recording all the books Your Humble Blogger reads. Somehow, it had got into my mind that the Sara Paretsky books had been getting steadily worse and worse, and that the last had been…