Sunday, I stopped by the Wake County Library booksale, mainly out of reflex. Every year I go, usually in the company of Melinda and/or friends, and every year I buy books. Usually, I circle it on the calendar; there are excited emails between me and various book-loving friends, and then once the sale arrives, the frenzy begins.
This year...not so ( Read more... )

So when I got to World Horror Convention, I told myself I wasn't going to buy books. Not that I didn't want to buy books, mind you, but Melinda and I have a lot of books. We've got books in the bedroom. We've got books on top of the DVD rack. We've got books on a windowsill in the dining room. We have a bookshelf full in my office closet. We have, ( Read more... )

I read. I read a lot. Part of this is due to the extensive amounts of time I spent in airports, on planes, in hotels, or otherwise away from the charms of my wife, my XBox, and my desperately needy yet fiercely independent cat. Part of it is that I'm currently reviewing books for two fine publications. And part of it is just that I read fast.

That ( Read more... )