So this week I’m reading a little thing called The Dragonriders of Pern, by Anne McCaffrey. Maybe you’ve heard of it.
So one or two weekends ago, one of my cousins and her nine-year-old daughter came down to visit our puppy. I mean visit us.
So this week I’m reading — or rather, re-reading — The Golden Spiders, another entry in the Nero Wolfe series, by Rex Stout. The spiders in question are not Spiders from Mars, but rather, an unusual pair of earrings worn by a woman in a car who asks a squeegee urchin to call the police. Hilarity (and, of course, murder) ensues.
So at the moment I’m reading (R)evolution by P.J. Manney, which is not to be confused with this:
(R)evolution is a techno-thriller involving nanotechnology and computer-upgraded brains and secret cabals, sort of Neal Stephenson meets William Gibson meets Dan Brown meets Oliver Sacks meets Daniel Suarez.
Not much reading or writing got done last week. I’ve been a bit busy …