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hawkwing_lbBooks 2009: 94-95
94. C.S. Forester, The Young Hornblower Omnibus.
I suspect that an omnibus should count as more than one book, but hey. I skipped the bits I remembered too well from the television version. Verdict? Excellent high-seas naval action, if very much of its time.
95. Patrick O'Brien, The Ionian Mission.
What can I say? This weekend was a weekend in want of sea-faring action.
I dislike Aubrey and Maturin as characters. And yet I am peculiarly - one might even say particularly - fond of these books, albeit in small doses. This one involves politics and actions with ships of the line and some problematic othering of the Ottomans and the Greeks.
In other news, I am sitting in the library beggaring myself by making interlibrary loan requests. But if all goes well, I will have some material from this library to work with tomorrow, if they manage to dig what I'm looking for out of stacks.
Despite the fact that I am doing work, I don't feel as though I'm doing work. Not nearly enough, anyway, when I add in the fact that I've let my running slip away to nothing.
Oh, well. The rest of today is for fun. Tomorrow is time enough to worry about Isis lactans and Kition and and and.
Well. Sufficient unto tomorrow is the evil thereof.
94. C.S. Forester, The Young Hornblower Omnibus.
I suspect that an omnibus should count as more than one book, but hey. I skipped the bits I remembered too well from the television version. Verdict? Excellent high-seas naval action, if very much of its time.
95. Patrick O'Brien, The Ionian Mission.
What can I say? This weekend was a weekend in want of sea-faring action.
I dislike Aubrey and Maturin as characters. And yet I am peculiarly - one might even say particularly - fond of these books, albeit in small doses. This one involves politics and actions with ships of the line and some problematic othering of the Ottomans and the Greeks.
In other news, I am sitting in the library beggaring myself by making interlibrary loan requests. But if all goes well, I will have some material from this library to work with tomorrow, if they manage to dig what I'm looking for out of stacks.
Despite the fact that I am doing work, I don't feel as though I'm doing work. Not nearly enough, anyway, when I add in the fact that I've let my running slip away to nothing.
Oh, well. The rest of today is for fun. Tomorrow is time enough to worry about Isis lactans and Kition and and and.
Well. Sufficient unto tomorrow is the evil thereof.
