Which, by the way, is an excellent book. I very much enjoyed it. A beautiful homage to all the truly great scifi and fantasy out there.
Reading Gone Girl at the moment. I called part of it. We’ll see how it ends. I don’t know. None of these people are likable. I’m never sure how I feel about books like that. Vaguely angry at the author, I suppose.
The bigger dilemma, book-wise, is where to put all these books in the new compound. I need to weed. I need to prune. I need to part with most of them. Because honestly, when will I ever re-read most of them? Keep the special ones, of course, but the rest …
Ah, I’ll start mailing them to people, randomly. You get what you get. It may be perfectly nonsensical. It may be perfectly perfect. It should definitely be interesting. Anyone want in?