If I'm going to start posting more, then I should definitely post on February 29! Our tiny local paper ran a story about a guy who was 72 years old and just having his 18th birthday. (Our tiny local paper is pretty good, considering its size, but it can be hard for them to get more than about 8 pages of news, not counting sports. And that's ( Read more... )

::leaping back in::

Doctor Who is back! Yay! ( spoilers, sweetie, below the cut )

...but maybe I will try posting a bit more this year. I could hardly post lessWhat I am watching: Musketeers is back! Huzzah! I admit that I'm sure I can only enjoy this show because my memory of the actual novel is so vague as to be non-existent, so the fact that the characters here have almost no relationship to the originals doesn't bother me ( Read more... )

I enjoyed that!

( the longer version, with spoilers and quibbles )

Finished (finally!): Sharon Penman, While Christ and His Saints Slept, which kind of fizzled out. Rather like the War between Stephen and Matilda, or Maude. Henry marries Eleanor and becomes Henry II. Eustace dies from a surfeit of eels. Every book should have a surfeit of eels in it ( Read more... )

If it's Wednesday, it must be time for books.

Just finished: Bernard deVoto, The Year of Decision: 1846. I really liked this: it is an entirely and shamelessly biased account of the main events of that year: the war between the US and Mexico (and as part of that, the annexation of most of the West), the exodus of the Mormons from Nauvoo to Salt ( Read more... )

Hello LJ (or Dreamwidth)! Long time no see! Or write, at least. I do read here, honest. But then so long goes past without posting that I feel overwhelmed by having too many things to say ( Read more... )

Re-reading, actually, A Place of Greater Safety by Hilary Mantel. This is the book in which the French Revolution happens because everyone is in love with Camille Desmoulins, and I don't know what they see in him. Lucky for me, Mantel is a great writer so that's not a problem. Who knows, maybe I'm not supposed to know ( Read more... )

On holiday I read The Way We Live Now, by Anthony Trollope -- I'd been meaning to for a while, since I had good memories of a BBC adaptation about 10 years ago, although obviously time has dimmed the details a bit. I did have some hesitation, because I had to give up my last re-read of the Palliser novels at The Prime Minister because Trollope's ( Read more... )

I am overcome with ennui -- it's very disconcerting, especially because work is finally over and I can finally start working on my own stuff again.

I was in a bookstore on Friday (not even last Friday, now, but the Friday before that) and noticed that there was a new Alan Furst book out (Spies of the Balkans); it looks from the description like a ( Read more... )