I tend to read the oddest things on vacation. Well, that’s not true, as I tend to read at least one lightweight specfic or mystery novel, and that’s about what anybody would call vacation reading. But I will also pick…
I had read and more or less enjoyed a few of Harry Turtledove’s sandals and sorcery novels a few years ago, as well as a few of his short stories, and had read a couple of his alternate-history novels as…
I believe I had mentioned, some time ago, that I was half-way through The Tale of Despereaux, Being the Story of a Mouse, a Princess, Some Soup, and a Spool of Thread, by Kate DiCamillo. Well, and a while later…
If you can’t judge a book by its cover (and you can), it was a pretty good bet when my Best Reader bought me a copy of The Hollow Chocolate Bunnies of the Apocalypse. And if it isn’t as good…
As it happens, I never met Donna Jo Napoli during my time at Swat, so I have no personal connection there. I do have friends who like her personally, and (so I understand) like her writing, so I approached Beast…
Your Humble Blogger has somehow never read Lost Horizon, so when I happened to discover it nestled among short stories in a collection called More Stories to Remember, edited by Thomas Costain and John Beecroft, I thought it was pretty…
Evidently, it’s been well over a year since Your Humble Blogger read an Oz book. I assume that’s a shelving issue; I like them often enough to take one into the bathtub with some frequency, but my hand doesn’t fall…
Since Your Humble Blogger has been floundering around Genesis, one of the congregation lent me Does God Have a Big Toe? Stories about Stories in the Bible, by Marc Gellman. It’s an entertaining book, sweet and just a trifle cloying….
Well, and I had downloaded Cory Doctorow’s novel Down and Out in the Magic Kingdom onto my hard drive quite some time ago, some months after I became aware that it was available. And then last week I got it…
Back when I was reading God’s Secretaries, I noticed that Adam Nicolson frequently referred to the King Lear as being a necessary contemporary comparison to the King James Bible. I was uncomfortably aware that I hadn’t read Lear in twenty…