Book Report: The White Priory Murders
In Which Your Humble Blogger leaves no footprints.
In Which Your Humble Blogger leaves no footprints.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is visited by the Spirit of Thanksgiving Past, the Spirit of Thanksgiving Present, and (due to a clerical error) the Spirit of Groundhog Day Yet To Come.
In Which Your Humble Blogger has spoilers for a very wonderful book, so go and read the book, and then come back.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is connected to the next available bullshit artist.
In Which YHB writes Almost Entirely About Flowerpots.
In Which Your Humble Blogger vanquishes villainy.
In Which Your Humble Blogger feedeth on wind.
In Which Your Humble Blogger looks at his candidates for President, and finds them terrific!
In Which Your Humble Blogger’s expectations are dashed, but sweetly.
In Which Your Humble Blogger removes his glasses and—excuse me, ma’am—is revealed to be—whoops! No, I’ll clean that up—is revealed to be none other than—aaarrrrgh….