In Which Your Humble Blogger missed one. Missed a bunch, I’m sure, but this one I know about.
In Which Your Humble Blogger just doesn’t like partner games. But then, with a hand like mine…
In Which Your Humble Blogger talks about things outside personal experience, but still worth passing along.
In Which Your Humble Blogger liked the first book better, as is usual, but still liked the second book just fine. Plus, an excellent cover.
In Which Your Humble Blogger didn’t, somehow find a part for Stephen Tompkinson, but then evidently Mr. Tompkinson doesn’t actually look like that anymore, curse it.
In Which Your Humble Blogger has gone right off this Christopher Moore fellow, until I happen to see another one at the library. Ah, well. We live in hope.
In Which Your Humble Blogger acknowledges that at least they will now have to take those who sing in two-part harmony, but we still gotta sing loud.
In Which Your Humble Blogger doesn’t reveal the nature of the spoiler, only that there is one, which alas may be enough.
In Which Your Humble Blogger has no time for frivolity.
In Which Your Humble Blogger shows, and tells.