Tired, now. Why is it not Friday yet?

[hawkwing_lb]

Assignments, done.

All over bar the shouting.

Fiction 36, Book 38

Jim Butcher, Storm Front.

So, I finished it. And to my surprise I rather enjoyed the second half of it - enough that I went and bought Fool Moon at bargain-basement prices. It's not the kind of thing, I think, that I'd be quite prepared to pay the full whack for, yet. It is possible that I may I may yet be convinced.

It made okay bathroom reading, in the end.

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Some kind person has saved me the trouble of reading Eragon. I found the commentary laugh-out-loud funny in a couple of places: well worth checking out.

I sleep now.

Comments

[rysmiel.livejournal.com]

I hope you enjoy Fool Moon; it's the one I like least, though I'm not at all sure the reasons for that are its fault rather than mine. They do get a lot better thereafter, honest.

[hawkwing-lb.livejournal.com]

I'm prepared to give it a shot. Grave Peril is in the library, and I have a term break coming up, so there will be time for reading.

I can see Harry Dresden growing on me. Rather like mould.