Category: Book Report

In Which Your Humble Blogger totally fails to imagine himself in either world.

In Which Your Humble Blogger is tempted to… you know what? Never mind, it’s too obvious.

In Which Your Humble Blogger retells one anecdote out of the book, improving it somewhat, perhaps.

In Which Your Humble Blogger was also disappointed that there wasn’t a pattern in the back of the book.

In Which Your Humble Blogger joins the approving chorus.

In Which Your Humble Blogger also hates the idea of the actors mingling with the audience in character beforehand, but would certainly do it to nab a part, you know?

In Which Your Humble Blogger doesn’t know much about art, but knows what he likes.

In Which Your Humble Blogger curtails his Walpoling activites, sallies forth, and infiltrates your place of purveyance to negotiate the vending of some cheesy comestibles.

In Which Your Humble Blogger forgot to type anything into this text box.

In Which Your Humble Blogger spoils the ending, or more accurately, spoils all the bits before the ending by telling the ending. But I didn’t spoil the blog note by talking about the Hugos! That’s gotta count for something, right?