In the bunny room, on top of my dresser, is a small bookshelf.  It holds a bunch of sci-fi paperbacks and various books that don't seem to fit or qualify for the main bookshelf in the living room.  Basically, it's a place where books sit in limbo, mostly forgotten, never thumbed through.  The bunnies, surprisingly, aren't big readers.  But every so ( Read more... )

It takes me forever to finish a book these days, but I took in Christopher Moore's Fool and managed to savor every page.  Every once in a while there's a book that seems like it was tailor written for my own personal enjoyment, and this was one of those that feeds such narcissism.  I'm sure you'd hate it because it's filled with coarse humor, bad ( Read more... )