Wednesday, September 30, 2015
Tuesday, September 29, 2015
Monday, September 28, 2015
Life is a series of unplanned accidents – largely because nobody asked my opinion. Me, I’d rather it was a series of planned accidents, and I can think of a few people I’d very much like to plan some for. (Walter Slovotsky).
(from Not Quite Scaramouche by Joel Rosenberg)
5*/10. The complete review is here.
Sunday, September 27, 2015
Saturday, September 26, 2015
Thursday, September 24, 2015
Wednesday, September 23, 2015
Tuesday, September 22, 2015
“If the Universe came to an end every time there was some uncertainty about what had happened in it, it would never have got beyond the first picosecond. And many of course don’t. It’s like a human body, you see. A few cuts and bruises here and there don’t hurt it. Not even major surgery if it’s done properly. Paradoxes are just the scar tissue. Time and space heal themselves up around them and people simply remember a version of events which makes as much sense as the require it to make.
“That isn’t to say that if you get involved in a paradox a few things won’t strike you as being very odd, but if you’ve got through life without that already happening to you, then I don’t know which Universe you’ve been living in, but it isn’t this one.”
(from Dirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency by Douglas Adams)
8*/10. The complete review is here.
Monday, September 21, 2015
Sunday, September 20, 2015
Saturday, September 19, 2015
Friday, September 18, 2015
We have three relatively small dogs and they all insist on sleeping in the bed with us, and taking up about 90% of the sleeping space. I think the bed pictured above is a wonderful invention, although we'd need three puppy-holes.
Alas, Liz has pointed out that they'd still want to sleep on the top.
Thursday, September 17, 2015
Wednesday, September 16, 2015
He leapt the gap to the dock, dazzled a blindingly white grin, and snatched the remains of the sandwich out of the Emperor’s hand. “Ah, Jah’s love on ye, Uncle, bringing de rippin’ grinds to I’n’I after so long at sea.”
Bummer barked and growled. The Rasta-blond had their sandwich.
“Ah, me doggie, dreadies,” said the Rasta. “Jah’s blessings on ye.” He knelt and scratched Bummer behind the ears.
The stranger smelled of coconut oil, weed, and the undead, and Bummer was going to bite him as soon as he was finished having his ears scratched.
(from Bite Me by Christopher Moore)
8½*/10. The complete review is here.
Monday, September 14, 2015
Sunday, September 13, 2015
There was a weight on his chest, and it was warm, comfortably so. He instinctively cradled it and felt arms go around his hips and to his back. For no reason, Joe felt the moment was framed in gold. He had just enough time to see her dark tresses spread about his chest as he and this golden person fell. A perfect moment. A perfect meeting.
The force of his body hitting the floor unmercifully interrupted all that.
“Are you an imbecile? Get up and run! Go!”
(from Average Joe & The Extraordinaires by Belart Wright)
4½*/10. The complete review is here.
Friday, September 11, 2015
Thursday, September 10, 2015
Tuesday, September 08, 2015
The oldest surviving grocery list that I know of is from circa A.D. 80, found at the site of an old Roman fort in the northern U.K. Someone needed pork, bread, wine and oil. As of the moment I am writing this, the most recent found grocery list in my collection is from St. Louis, Missouri, circa A.D. 2006, found in the street in front of Jay’s International Foods store. Someone needed lunchmeat, poultry, bread, olive oil and several other items. Almost two thousand years passed between the crafting of those lists, yet they are nearly identical.
(from Milk Eggs Vodka by Bill Keaggy)
8*/10. The complete review is here.
Monday, September 07, 2015
Sunday, September 06, 2015
Saturday, September 05, 2015
Seth’nerak felt the mental link sever. Marcovius neither knew how to sever it, nor had the ability to even if he did. It was of Seth’s making. That only meant one thing. He grinded his teeth together in anger as th darkness that seemed to envelop him only grew. “It would seem someone has killed my General,” he said flatly. He had almost said my only friend. But he was evil, after all. One must maintain some measure of appearance.
(from The Crimson Blade by Corey Soreff)
6*/10. The complete review is here.