pegkerr: (Default)
I noticed that my backup drive was continually failing to back up. After monkeying around with it for awhile, I took the drive and laptop into Best Buy, where they diagnosed the problem: I had waaaaaaaaay too many files on my computer.

Oh.

So I started culling files and music off the computer. It was both unnerving and satisfying, but I managed to kill several gigabytes worth of data, which meant I got the automatic backups going again.

Inspired by this, I attacked several other sources of clutter. I emptied several more boxes of legal files left in the garage by Rob (no, I'm still not done going through them). I took a box of hardback mysteries to Half-Price Books (only got $5.00 for them, but at least thirty more books are out of the house). I culled through my closet and took some bags of clothes to a thrift store (I took particular grim satisfaction in stuffing a sweater Kij had given me into the garbage bag. Why had I kept it so long? I have no idea).

I still have much too much stuff. But this week, at least, I beat it back. At least a little.

The design shows some of the things I cleared out this week. I overlaid those images with a scythe, both to indicate cutting things out of my life and as a veiled reference to the concept of Swedish Death Cleaning.

Lower center: A half-open laptop. Directly above: hanging files. Above that: stacks of books. Above that, stacks of clothes on shelves. Overlaid over all: a scythe.

Decluttering

9 Decluttering

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pegkerr: (Loving books)
When thinking about the past week, I had difficulty settling upon an idea for a collage. Why did the week seem like such a blur, such a blank?

Upon thinking it over, I realized that this was because I spent much of the week mentally checked out. I checked my Goodreads page and realized that I read ten books in the past week. When I wasn't reading on my tablet, I was listening to audiobooks.

I had much of the week off from work, but the weather was extremely cold and dreary. I spent much of the week huddled on my couch, diving into escapist fiction. It's partly the effect of the dreadful political news and the mental sink that comes with the second half of winter, too--I just wanted to...not be there.

*Sigh* I know that I can't do this all the time. But this week, I just couldn't resist flying into the mental escape.

Background: semi-transparent wall of books. Lower foreground: a woman reads on a tablet reader. Center: a pair of headphones wrapped around five standing books. Upper center: an open book with two pages folded into the shape of a heart. A couple dressed in Regency dress stands silhouetted in front, their heads framed by the heart shape of the pages.

Escapism

8 Escapism

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pegkerr: (Loving books)
It has taken several weeks, but the huge brick-and-board bookcase that was in my bedroom, crammed with a large part of Rob's science fiction/fantasy book collection, is gone. I asked several family members if they wanted the books but got rid of only a handful of the books that way. Then, I checked with a coworker who is an SF/fantasy fan and he happily removed a couple of hundred books for the collection. As I had mentioned earlier, I took some and distributed them in local Little Free Libraries.

Finally, I decided that the most efficient method was to take the books, a box at a time, to Don Blyly at the Uncle Hugo's Science Fiction bookstore. Don would look through each box and generally took somewhere between 1/2 to 2/3 of them. He would offer a sum, either in credit or half that value in cash. I took cash, because I am not trying to encourage myself to buy more books. It generally would come out to somewhere between $5 - $15 a box. I could hear Rob screaming in protest in my mind with every box, but I did it, and I am glad it is done.

I will probably take several more boxes of books piled up in corners. There are still many many books left in the house. But I am next turning my attention to doing over the bedroom. For one thing, getting rid of the books has revealed how disgusting the 30+ year carpet is. Ugh. I want to rip it out.

It has been hard, emotional work. It is odd--these were books I had not generally read myself. Why was it so difficult to get rid of them? I think it was because Rob was so passionately tied to his collection, it was as if a part of his essence had seeped into it, and it felt as though getting rid of them was getting rid of him.

I have worked through it, however, and the bulk of the books are gone. I did pull some off the shelf that I had read and loved myself. But I will go through them and see if I can get them out of the library, and if I can, I will take those too, in a future trip.

Image description: Three views of a brick-and-board bookcase in the process of being dismantled. Top: a semi-transparent view of the books from floor to ceiling. Center: a view with the books with one board left in place. Bottom: a view of the baseboard with the marks of the supporting bricks left on the carpet. All the bricks and boards are gone. Hovering over the semi-transparent bookcase is the signage for Uncle Hugo's Science Fiction Bookstore/Uncle Edgar's Mystery Bookstore.

Dismantling

35 Dismantling

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pegkerr: (Loving books)
Doing this a little early, as I will be at Mythcon this weekend.

My attempts to dismantle the brick-and-board bookcase in the bedroom and get rid of the books has commenced. I checked with several used book stores, and it seemed hardly worth the effort of hauling boxes of books to the store--they assured me that they would look through them, reject most of them (and then I would have to take the rejected books back home), and give me only pennies for my trouble.

I have a coworker who is extremely interested and will be coming over next week to look at the collection. I hope he will take many of them off my hands. This past weekend, however, I resorted to another strategy: I went book bombing.

The Little Free Library nonprofit was started just over the state line in Wisconsin. This was one of the first places the idea spread, and it is very well-established. Besides mine, there are close to thirty Little Free Libraries within my zip code. I knew very well that many of Rob's books are old and perhaps not too appealing for modern audiences. But perhaps a science fiction fan walking by a library might stop to check and be THRILLED to find an old classic science fiction book by Pohl Anderson or James Blish or Clifford Simak or Robert Heinlein. If I left just a few books in any library I stopped at, it wouldn't be too overwhelming for the steward.

So that is what I did last weekend: I loaded up my car with a box of books and stopped at dozens of libraries. It was fun! Most of them were variations on wooden boxes, but I was rather impressed with the one made from an old microwave oven. I did run across one neighborhood where there was a cluster of them, and the neighbors had together stenciled paint on concrete squares, placing them around as stepping stones amidst the flowers planted around the libraries.

(I do think, of course, that mine is the prettiest of them all.)

Little Free Library shaped as a hobbit hole


All this work managed to empty only one of nine shelves. It feels like emptying an ocean with a tablespoon. I REALLY hope my coworker will want a LOT of these books. But at least I have started.

Image description: Background: square painted concrete blocks stenciled with designs. Overlaid: nine Little Free Libraries.

Book Bombing

30 Book Bombing

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pegkerr: (Dark have been my dreams of late)
I had a hard time thinking of what this week's collage should be about because, on the surface, nothing much happened. I went to even fewer places than I usually do: I didn't go to Gigi's Cafe on Thursday night. I didn't go to church for Lenten supper on Wednesday or to services on Sunday. I exercised very little.

Frankly, all I wanted to do was to lie on the couch and read. No, 'wanted' is an insufficient term to describe the feeling. It was an overwhelming urge.

I checked my Goodreads stats: as of today, I've read 83 books, 25,000 pages, since January 1.

I mean, I read a lot. I know that. But...that seems like A LOT.

This is the fourth year that I've been doing this collage project, and as I was trying to come up with the subject of the week, out of curiosity, I went back and checked previous years. Interestingly, I seemed to be in a very similar state of mind at this point of the year for the past two years. Torporish. Insular. Inward-looking. Perhaps slightly depressed, and channeling all my attention to reading.

It's helpful to know that I have emerged from it in the past. Doubtless, I will emerge from it again.

It wasn't until I finished the card that I realized that this was another nautically-themed collage. For the fourth week, when talking about grief, I wrote about Shipwreck.

This card is about the doldrums, the term that sailors use for a portion of the sea around the equator where ships can get stuck for weeks at a time. The sea currents and the winds stop, and ships simply drift in the becalmed waters. Sailors have to bear the boredom (and sometimes a slowly growing unease, due to the fear that they might be stuck there so long their water and food supplies will run out).

What I learned doing this collage: I was dissatisfied with my first attempt, because the color of the three elements I used in it (the sea, the book, and the woman) didn't look as if they went together. One was blue, one was yellowish, and one was brown-tinted. I tinkered with the color balance of the book and the women, but I couldn't quite figure out the process of adjusting color through the photo editor on my computer.

But then it occurred to me to identify the colors of the sea image with an online hex picker tool and then use another online tool to adjust the color tints in the other two images to match. I'm pleased with the results.

Image description: Background: a blurred surface of the sea. Foreground: over it floats an open book. In the center of the book, over the spine, a figure of a woman sleeps in clouds, as if emerging from the book. Lower center over the book is another woman, in the same blue tints as the sea, again, lying on her side with her eyes closed, dreaming, cushioned by clouds.

Doldrums

9 Doldrums

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pegkerr: (Loving books)
As you may have ascertained from last week's collage, Checklist, I have things to do. SO many things to do.

But it is very difficult because all I want to do is bury myself in a book and read.

As I have mentioned before, I am an avid reader (I've already read thirty-seven books this year. Not quite a book a day, but close). I live in a house absolutely surrounded by books--Rob was a HUGE collector. Our mutual love of books was one of the things that made us enjoy each other's company so much.

And despite being surrounded by shelf after shelf of lovingly collected books, many of them autographed, I have been transitioning to reading books on digital devices (sorry, Rob). I find it more convenient when I am on the go, as I can easily switch from one book to the next (without having to go home to get another one off the shelf). And I like reading in bed at night. A digital device works best when you are reading in the dark.

And because I am such a huge reader, I made a decision that I struggled with quite a bit.

Yes, people, I am sorry. I went over to the dark side.

*Hangs her head*

I bought a Kindle Unlimited subscription.

I have also started using Goodreads. At first, I just used it to log my books. I was genuinely startled to find out how many books I was actually reading.

Then I started paying attention to the friends feature. I was reading in one small genre slice (Jane Austen fanfiction) and I kept seeing the same names of people over and over again reviewing the kind of books I liked. Tentatively, I followed a few of them.

And then a whole new world opened up to me: I discovered notes and highlights.

Now understand: Rob was a book collector, and that meant a few rules if we wanted to live in peace together in the same household: No cracking the spine by carelessly leaving a book open facedown, no bending page tips to mark one's place. And most importantly, BOOKS WERE NOT MEANT TO BE WRITTEN IN. AT ALL.

I'd seen dotted underlines in books that I read on Kindle Unlimited but I didn't pay much attention until I started seeing notifications in my feed on Goodreads that people I had friended had left notes and highlights on books that I had often read myself.

I have been reading for probably over fifty-five years. I have been in book clubs and book manuscript critiquing groups. But this has opened up a conversation about books that I have never experienced before: I am getting to read the line-by-line reactions of people to books that we are both reading. I love it. It's WONDERFUL. It is making me engage in textual analysis in a way I never have before.

I never wrote notes in books, unless it was a manuscript I was critiquing. But a published book? Never, never, never. But last week I wrote about sixty notes in a book. And I am eager to see how people will react.

It's like the world that opened up to me when I went from the daily paper journal that I kept for just myself for thirty-five years to online blogging--and suddenly I started getting comments and reactions back to what I wrote.

This was a fun collage to do, and I quite like it. I went looking for a picture of a woman in Regency dress, reading (because Regency is the sort of fiction I am reading right now). Here is the orginal picture: A Quiet Read by William Kay Blacklock. I have been using some new digital tools, and I am pleased with what I accomplished. I put my own portrait, my photo icon from Goodreads, over in the oval tambour frame on the side. (The book against my cheek is my prized edition of Pride and Prejudice that [personal profile] aome gave me).

A poised young woman in Regency dress sits on a small loveseat with her feet on a footstool, reading a book. Behind her floats the open pages of a book, with marginalia written throughout. Superimposed over the book are the words "View your notes and highlights." To the side of the loveseat, on the right side of the collage, is an oval tambour frame. An oval picture of Peg's face with a book against her cheek (her Goodreads icon) is superimposed over the tambour frame.

Marginalia

6 Marginalia

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pegkerr: (Loving books)
So here are my totals for the year. I think it's rather impressive, if I do say so myself:

2022 Goodreads challenge


I think only three of these were audiobooks that I checked out of the library when I was recovering from my concussion in February—I ordinarily don’t do audiobooks at all. A number of these were novellas, so the number of works I’ve read looks high. Still, that’s a lot of pages. And it doesn’t even include the unpublished fanfiction I read this year or the unpublished manuscripts I was reading to review for other writers.

I read fast and I read a LOT. The three weeks in February that the concussion prevented me from reading were agony.

Edited to add: oh, interesting; I didn’t quite understand how unusual this, but I ran across this: The size of the American reading public varies depending on one’s definition of reading. In 2017, about 53 percent of American adults (roughly 125 million people) read at least one book not for school or for work in the previous 12 months, according to the National Endowment for the Arts (NEA). Five years earlier, the NEA ran a more detailed survey, and found that 23 percent of American adults were “light” readers (finishing one to five titles per year), 10 percent were “moderate” (six to 11 titles), 13 percent were “frequent” (12 to 49 titles), and a dedicated 5 percent were “avid” (50 books and up).

I guess I can consider myself as "super avid."
pegkerr: Emerald House Rising (Emerald House Rising)
So, I finally emailed my editor at Lume Books to ask about the print-on-demand edition of Emerald House Rising. Contractually, it should have come out last February. Now that we are back in contact (I'd lost my entire email correspondence with him when my computer melted down), they have released the print-on-demand edition.

Order the book here.
pegkerr: (Every feeling revolts)
One of the most difficult issues I've had to deal with in culling things down after Rob's death is What On Earth Do I Do With The Books?

Soooooo many books.

Like, thousands upon thousands of them. Rob LOVED to collect books and to get them autographed. I have already cleared at least a thousand books out of the house, and I still have nine floor-to-ceiling bookcases in the living room and dining room absolutely crammed with books. I have thinned out the stacks that were piled up on the floor because there wasn't enough bookcase room. There were still yet more boxes in the basement and garage.

Rob's attitude was that once a book came into the house, it could never leave again. PARTICULARLY if he had it autographed. And he had hundreds of autographed books--perhaps thousands. He loved going to conventions and meeting the authors and chatting them up, and he was so proud to get their books autographed. It was like a dopamine hit for him. And he especially loved to tell the authors he met, "My wife is an author, too; you should read her books!"

I mean, I got it, to a large extent. We met in a writing class, for heaven's sake, and yes, we bonded over books. I LOVE reading books. I went on to write novels, and I got a master's degree in English.

But still: sooooooo many books.

They were piled everywhere. In the corners of the living room and dining room and bedroom, with yet more boxes stuffed with books stacked against the wall. He would go to author signings at Dreamhaven and Uncle Hugo's and Once Upon a Crime. When I'd mildly protest about the money spent, he'd say "But honey! I got a first edition, AND I got it autographed! It's gonna be valuable someday!" He'd check out the remainder shelves at Barnes & Noble, and he'd go to the Friends of the Library Booksale and buy yet more books. "If you go at the end of the day they'll give you a whole grocery bag for just a dollar! And look--this one's a first edition! How could I pass it by?"

I actually started to worry about the structural integrity of the house due to the weight of all the books and bookcases. I couldn't get at stuff in the basement, I couldn't access my possessions in the living spaces, because of all the books in the way. Yes, I love books, honey. I adore them, yes, I do. But So. Many. Books. Including many I would never read.

I read aloud to him while he was getting chemotherapy, as he was dying.

And then he was gone.

It is hard. SO hard. It almost feels like I hear a scream of betrayal from Rob in the back of my mind whenever I try to get rid of a book. That's one of the reasons I created the memorial Little Free Library--it was one way to honor him and yet get rid of books.

But I couldn't possibly move enough books out of his collection through the library. It would take years. Decades. Centuries.

Eric and I have been thinking about the future. I am not sure what I'll do about the house, but he's made it clear he doesn't want to move in here, and I certainly understand that. Living in the house feels like living in a museum to the happiness of a family's life--but that family is now gone. Or perhaps it's more accurate to say it's a family that has changed and moved on.

I have been trying to cull and downsize my possessions, and so I've been trying to figure out what to do with all the books.

The girls won't take many. Fiona has decided to limit the number of bookcases she will put into her new house (undoubtedly taking notes from her parents' example), and Delia doesn't have space to put any. Uncle Hugo's is gone, and Dreamhaven certainly isn't going to take more than a few--Greg Ketter, Dreamhaven's owner, has told me that the generation that collected books is dying and/or downsizing their collections, and the secondary markets that catered to buying and selling used books for them are contracting and disappearing, too. Booktrader is gone, and Cheapo will only look at fifty books at a time and offers barely anything. The pandemic has reduced options even more: Hennepin County Library and the Minnesota Women's Book Project have stopped taking donations.

But I've found out that the Ramsey County Library is still taking books in three locations. Fine; Rob certainly was a supporter of the Friends of the Library projects; heaven knows he BOUGHT enough books from them. The only drawback is you're limited in dropping off no more than two boxes or bags at a time.

So I've been doing that. In the last week, I've made the forty-minute round trip three times, dropping off two boxes each time, each time grimly trying to turn a deaf ear to the protests of the agitated, ghostly Rob in my mind. I told my Friday coffee group that it would be easier if I were the sort of person who just read a book once and then never cracked the cover again. I have re-read some of these books, my mind traitorously whispers; shouldn't I keep them?

But no. For the ones I might want to re-read someday, sure, that's a risk, but if I haven't opened them in a decade, better to lighten the load and my life. I can always borrow them from the library or put them on my digital reader if I want to read them again. And there are some I've never read at all and I think I never will. A well-loved book is a map to the mind's thoughts at a moment in time. But I can still take those thoughts with me into the future, and release the book for someone else to read and enjoy.

Rob, I'm so sorry. I know you treasured these books. I have, too, but that doesn't mean that I have to keep them forever. I will always love you, but you are gone now, and I'm trying to create a new life for myself and space for a new future--with fewer things.


Books


Books

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pegkerr: Swan flying low over water (The Wild Swans)
I grew up reading books voraciously, naturally, and one of my favorites was a retelling of The Wild Swans by Hans Christian Andersen. I loved it and re-read it many times. Of course, you know where this is going. Sometimes, a tale told in childhood can imprint itself on a child's imagination in a way that echoes for years, and it obviously did for me. I drew upon my vivid memory of that story when I was writing my own retelling, which was published the year I turned 40.

But I didn't have THE BOOK. That special, special book that had fired my imagination all those years ago.

Bits of my memory of the illustrations wove itself into the story I wrote. I remembered a picture of Eliza sitting on the ground, peering up at the sun through a hole in a leaf. I remembered the wicked queen spilling the toads into the bath. I remembered Eliza meeting the fairy in the woods, flying through the air in a woven net held by swans, and huddling with her brothers on the rock in the middle of the ocean. I remembered her visiting the room the king had set aside for her with the shirt he'd found her making in the woods--Eliza wore her hair in a snood, which absolutely fascinated me. I remembered her in her prison cell, looking up with longing at her brother's wing, glimpsed through the grated window. I remembered the scene of chaos when the brothers were being changed back into men, the wild look in Eliza's eyes.

My parents sold their house after I left for college and downsized accordingly. Perhaps they'd gotten rid of the book even before that--probably they did, as there were four of us kids growing up, and we didn't have enough storage to keep forever every treasured keepsake.

I knew that the story was by Hans Christian Andersen. But...how could I find it again?

The problem was that while I certainly remembered the illustrations, I couldn't remember the edition itself. I didn't think it was just "The Wild Swans" alone...whatever it was that I read included several of Andersen's tales. But not the entire collection. When I was going to the University of Minnesota for graduate school, I stopped by the Kerlan Collection of Children's Literature, hoping to find my childhood book. But the Kerlan's stacks were closed. "Just check the catalog and write your request on this slip and we'll retrieve it from the stacks," the librarian encouragingly.

Do you know how many HUNDREDS of editions of Hans Christian Andersen's tales there are, especially in a collection devoted to children's literature? It seemed absolutely hopeless.

And then last night, I was thinking with longing of that treasured book from my childhood again, and it suddenly occurred to me to do what I should have done years ago. I actually smacked myself on the side of the head because I felt so stupid.

What I remembered was the illustrations. So obviously, I should do an image search of illustrations for "The Wild Swans."

I found it in five minutes flat. What's more, I found a copy of the edition for sale for around $20, including shipping. It's on its way to me now. The illustrator was Libico Maraja, and the pictures were published in an edition of several of the tales retold by Shirley Goulden. The edition was published in 1966.

Here (page 1) and here (page 2) are the illustrations that drifted, ghostlike through my imagination in my retelling all those years later. It gives me such joy to be able to put at peace that restless, searching part of myself that had longed to see those pictures for so many years.
pegkerr: (Loving books)
Jesse Galef, one half of "the world's #1 brother-sister blog about rationality, science, and philosophy" has compiled a list of what each Hogwarts house might read, here.

Includes booklists, with nice pictures of each House's bookshelf.
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HOW IS IT that I did not know that this beloved book had been made into a Broadway musical? I ran across the link to this song, and I really really like it. What a great song about a young girl brimming with life and hope, on the cusp of adulthood. Mothers, take note. Will probably investigate and buy the soundtrack tonight.

Fiona and Delia? This one's for you.

Love,

Your mother




("I just want to... cure disease and write a symphony and win the Nobel Prize like other girls.")
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[livejournal.com profile] jimhines (Livejournal link here) Jim Hines mimicks the poses of the women on his fantasy book covers and discovers that striking a pose is not all it's cracked up to be. (Specifically, that the poses made his body, er, crack.)

I deeply, deeply adore him for doing this.
pegkerr: (Loving books)
How is it that I have never thought of doing this before???

THIS SHOULD BE MY CHRISTMAS TREE!!!



pegkerr: (Loving books)
I get the Writer's Almanac email from Minnesota Public Radio every day. Yesterday's included these two paragraphs about Louise Erdrich, and my immediate reaction was yes oh yes indeed yes:
She said, "We have a lot of books in our house. They are our primary decorative motif—books in piles on the coffee table, framed book covers, books sorted into stacks on every available surface, and of course books on shelves along most walls. Besides the visible books, there are the boxes waiting in the wings, the basement books, the garage books, the storage locker books. They are a sort of insulation, soundproofing some walls. They function as furniture, they prop up sagging fixtures and disguised by quilts function as tables. The quantities and types of books are fluid, arriving like hysterical cousins in overnight shipping envelopes only to languish near the overflowing mail bench. Advance Reading Copies collect at beside, to be dutifully examined—to ignore them and read Henry James or Barbara Pym instead becomes a guilty pleasure. I can't imagine home without an overflow of books. The point of books is to have way too many but to always feel you never have enough, or the right one at the right moment, but then sometimes to find you'd longed to fall asleep reading The Aspern Papers, and there it is."

She said, "By having children, I've both sabotaged and saved myself as a writer. [...] With a child you certainly can't be a Bruce Chatwin or a Hemingway, living the adventurer-writer life. No running with the bulls at Pamplona. If you value your relationships with your children, you can't write about them. You have to make up other, less convincing children. There is also one's inclination to be charming instead of presenting a grittier truth about the world. But then, having children has also made me this particular writer. Without my children, I'd have written with less fervor; I wouldn't understand life in the same way. I'd write fewer comic scenes, which are the most challenging. I'd probably have become obsessively self-absorbed, or slacked off. Maybe I'd have become an alcoholic. Many of the writers I love most were alcoholics. I've made my choice, I sometimes think: Wonderful children instead of hard liquor."
pegkerr: (Loving books)
I discovered manybooks.net yesterday and have loaded onto my Nook free books by Jane Austen, Lucy Maud Montgomery, Louisa May Alcott, Rafael Sabatini, Robert Louis Stevenson, Charles Dickens, the Brontë sisters, Fanny Burney, George Eliot, Alexandre Duma, père, and, ahem, Baroness Emmuska Orczy (talk about guilty pleasures). W00t!

I'm just loving my Nook. I was worried about cost when I got it for Christmas, but it's been a lot more economical than I was afraid it would be. I've bought less than half a dozen books to load on it, but I've read probably close to seventy books on it. I've downloaded dozens from the library. That's a great perk: you download a book and then you have the right to read it for three weeks, and you don't ever get any overdue fines. And wow, I didn't find out until this week that Barnes & Noble offers a free book for download every Friday. Yes! And I love the free web browsing I can do with it when I'm out at a coffeeshop, since I don't have a laptop (although keyboard input is slow and not ideal).

I wish it could download and use applications, since I don't have a smart phone. Maybe that will come someday with a software upgrade? I can hope.
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starting Game of Thrones. I am a total neophyte to the series.

Good idea/bad idea? (Alas, I do not get HBO and so cannot feast my eyes on Sean Bean.) But I saw some initial promotional material which certainly intrigues me. Especially given a cursory check with Googlefu, which notes the influence of the history of the War of the Roses on the series.

I love this

Apr. 6th, 2011 04:28 pm
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From a book review on Amazon:
"I got this book based on a recommendation from a friend. I am now reconsidering that friendship, the book was that bad."
(No, I'm not going to tell you which book.)

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