It was not my intent to have an all-male reading list this month; in a possible first, it just fell out that way.

The Zanzibar Chest (Aidan Hartley): When I first acquired this, I thought it was a lighthearted boys' adventure, possibly with some father-son issues. ( Never in my life have I been so wrong. )

Since I have already finished one book this month, it must be time to put up last month's book log!

Stars in My Pocket Like Grains of Sand (Samuel Delany): This is "how Marq Dyeth falls in love with Rat Korga" in the same way that Memory is "how Miles became an Imperial Auditor". Which is to say, it's where the novel goes, but it's not what the ( Read more... )

My to-do list hasn't been stalled by any reluctance to put on real clothes. It has been stalled by 92 degrees of misery with 54% humidity. (In case you missed it, I loathe and abhor any temperature above 80 F when the humidity is above, oh, 20%. Who spent a few formative years in a desert? Hi!) Today may be a good day to learn what bribes my ( Read more... )