Oh, Steve. I'm so touched. You've included a link to my blog. Thanks. Now how 'bout leaving a comment? I just saw a preview for the movie "300" and immediately thought of you. What do you think? Here are the books I'm excited about... Pig Island by Mo Hayder, Modern Love edited by Daniel Jones, Then We Came to the End by Joshua Ferris and Innocent Traitor by Alison Weir. God bless the Ingram advance.
'Innocent Traitor' was, surprisingly, very good (especially its wonderful, refreshingly earthy treatment of Queen Katherine) - unexpectedly so, considering how abyssmally awful, how dog-riding-a-bicycle awful her histories are.
'Then We Came to the End' was, on the other hand, horrible. You know the smart-alecky guy at work who's always either recounting or creating something newly cynical to say about work? The book is entirely that - just one thing after another. The kooky employee. The tyrant boss. The angry employee. The happy-friendly boss. Endlessly. Just one look at the author's roasting tobacco-addict face is enough to clue you in that the book is an enormous exercise in condescension.
Although I must say: God bless anybody who says 'God bless the Ingram advance'! I think we might be the only two people in the world (or in a certain company) who feel that way.
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Oh, Steve. I'm so touched. You've included a link to my blog. Thanks. Now how 'bout leaving a comment? I just saw a preview for the movie "300" and immediately thought of you. What do you think? Here are the books I'm excited about... Pig Island by Mo Hayder, Modern Love edited by Daniel Jones, Then We Came to the End by Joshua Ferris and Innocent Traitor by Alison Weir. God bless the Ingram advance.
'Innocent Traitor' was, surprisingly, very good (especially its wonderful, refreshingly earthy treatment of Queen Katherine) - unexpectedly so, considering how abyssmally awful, how dog-riding-a-bicycle awful her histories are.
'Then We Came to the End' was, on the other hand, horrible. You know the smart-alecky guy at work who's always either recounting or creating something newly cynical to say about work? The book is entirely that - just one thing after another. The kooky employee. The tyrant boss. The angry employee. The happy-friendly boss. Endlessly. Just one look at the author's roasting tobacco-addict face is enough to clue you in that the book is an enormous exercise in condescension.
Although I must say: God bless anybody who says 'God bless the Ingram advance'! I think we might be the only two people in the world (or in a certain company) who feel that way.
Let that be a lesson to the rest of you bloodthirsty little ewoks! Hie thee hence to Rebekah's site and, if possible, leave a trenchant comment!
Who thought I'd ever miss hearing, "roasting tobacco addict?" I feel a tear coming on. Sniff.
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