Book Report: Igraine the Brave
In which Your Humble Blogger inexplicably fails to spoil a wonderful book.
In which Your Humble Blogger inexplicably fails to spoil a wonderful book.
In Which Your Humble Blogger likes a sequel better than its predecessor. What’s up with that? If she writes a third one, it had better stink, like it’s supposed to.
O Chanuka O Chanuka, come light the menorah, although Rabbi Kahana said that Rabbi Nathan ben Manyomi used to say in the name of Rabbi Tanhum that a Chanuka lamp becomes disqualified if it is put higher than twenty ells (from the ground), just like a Sukkah and like the side beam of an alley.
In Which Your Humble Blogger remarks that things were different when he was young.
In Which Your Humble Blogger hears a trumpet blown in the city.
In Which Your Humble Blogger talks dirty to himself.
In Which Your Humble Blogger returns to a favorite book and finds it different than it was, which is what makes it so good, really.
In Which Your Humble Blogger argues two sides of an open question.
In Which names are dropped, including Jessica Mitford’s.
In Which Your Humble Blogger does, I suppose, spoil the plot, if you can guess who played which roles. And then becomes distracted, but you guessed that.