I didn’t have much hope for this one. I mean, the big tagline on the cover is that it is written by the author of “The Jane Austen Book Club,” which of course I read, and I really despised. But the title kept drawing me back. And then the stellar reviews from my trusted Cannonballers. And the nomination for the Booker prize. I couldn’t say no to this one. This wonderful story is a tale about siblings and family. About science and psychology. About nature and nurture. […]
Nick Offerman is just like Ron Swanson in all the right ways.
And for reference, I’m your typical Commie-Liberal-Feminist. But, even if you’re not, you’ll probably love him anyway. (Side Note- I’m kinda weirded it out that no one posted anything since my last post from yesterday. Is it always like this towards the end?)
The Hunger Games meets Cube
While my interest was vaguely piqued by the movie trailer, I probably wouldn’t have picked this up if I hadn’t been at LAX waiting for a flight. It was alright, though.
What, no mention of his bodkin?
Neil Gaiman writing about Norse mythology? No way, not him.