I’ve recently puffed my local library, so it’s not meant to puff them any more to note that I found the first volume of Osamu Tezuka’s Buddha on the shelf. Although, seriously, I should meet whoever their graphic novel acquisitions…
Back when I read Cornelia Funke’s Inkheart, I said it was the best YA book I’d read since The Ear, the Eye, and the Arm. Since that time, I have read her latest to be published in English translation, Dragon…
The Edge is one of my favorite Dick Francis books. Partially it’s the train, of course; I adore trains. Partially it’s the theater aspect, sure. The wise-beyond-his-years gazillionaire genius detective who can beat up his assailant in the dark despite…
The third book in William Nicholson’s Wind on Fire trilogy is Firesong, and Your Humble Blogger picked it up from the Young Adult shelf at the library a day or three after finishing the second one. This is usually a…
Having read and enjoyed The Wind Singer, Your Humble Blogger picked up the second book in William Nicholson’s Wind on Fire trilogy, Slaves of the Mastery. Sadly, I put off writing a book report about it until finding at the…
Alfred Bester’s The Computer Connection evidently was nominated for a 1976 Hugo (but lost to The Forever War). It happened to be on the New Books shelf at the library in a 2004 ibooks edition, which for some reason doesn’t…
Your Humble Blogger has been enjoying Jasper Fforde’s Thursday Next series, and finally read the third, The Well of Lost Plots. It’s good. For those Gentle Readers who don’t know about ’em, Thursday Next begins as a perfectly ordinary SpecOps…
Once again, judging a book by its cover has paid off, as I picked up The Autobiography of God, by Julius Lester, due to the startling title and the cover’s appearance of being a torah mantle, with Hebrew letters embroidered…
In purchasing books for our recent vacation, my Best Reader picked up The Wind Singer, based on who knows what combination of whim, inside knowledge, and cover-judging. Luckily, it turns out that the book is terrific, and that I fully…
The thing about library book sales is that I somehow feel that I am obliged to buy something, or more that buying something is a Good Deed. Not that it makes any sense—the ten cents I gave them for a…