Mini-Book Reviews
I updated the sidebar a few weeks ago. Some of the books deserve a special mention. Although I'm not in the mood for in depth reviews, I want to be sure that the readers among you (that's all of you, right?) don't miss out on some very special treats. Hence, these mini-reviews. My reading list over the holidays was mostly James Patterson and other beach books ; they were all my brain could handle amidst The Brownie List and FlapJilly's visit and Big Cuter's enticements to play Guillotine and Mille Bornes. I started On Pluto just before the anniversary of my perforation; I had to have TBG hide it away so that Greg O'Brien's tragedy didn't impinge on my own. His book is raw and unflinching and funny in the way that outrageous suffering with no solution can be funny. It's the kind of funny you laugh at in your darkest moments. What am I laughing about? Believe me, you don't want to know. I can't imagine how that must feel. Please, don...