Book Report: The Fantastic Mr. Fox
In Which Your Humble Blogger expresses a certain disappointment.
In Which Your Humble Blogger expresses a certain disappointment.
In Which Your Humble Blogger wonders why Mr. Goldman never made a movie of this story. I mean, it couldn’t be the same as the book, but he must be used to that, and it could be good anyway.
In Which Your Humble Blogger has a perfectly good book.
In Which Your Humble Blogger, as December progresses, starts to panic about getting all these Book Reports in before the end of the month.
In Which Your Humble Blogger was disappointed by the version where Heatchliff and Catherine do not communicate via semaphore.
In Which Your Humble Blogger has a recommendation for Austen fans.
In Which Your Humble Blogger changes his mind.
In Which Your Humble Blogger finds it likely that the talk of children could put a man out of his mind, not out of the world.
In Which Your Humble Blogger will just have one, just a bit, that’s enough, when.
In Which Your Humble Blogger snoozes, hits the button, snoozes for another nine minutes, and then gets up to make the doughnuts.