So this week I’m re-reading The Black Mountain, by Rex Stout, AKA The One Where Nero Wolfe Goes To Montenegro. Given that Wolfe normally doesn’t even like going out onto the sidewalk, this is serious business.
So having finished up Queen of the Tearling, which was about as good as the scathing reviews suggested it would be, though it was just like The Hunger Games insofar as the heroine’s name started with a “K”, and it was just like Game of Thrones insofar as … um … oh! There’s a “red” sorceress in it.
So this week I’m reading Queen of the Tearling, by Erika Johanson, because the Calibre Random Book Picker told me to, and I already paid a buck ninety-nine for it a while ago, and Mango Momma advised me too late that I should read the reviews, which to be fair are mostly favorable, except when they’re scathing. (Seriously, read the scathing review — it’s one of the funniest I’ve seen since Meg took down Legon Awakening, a book I didn’t even manage to finish. Go ahead, I’ll wait.)
So I have way more books on my e-reader than I can keep track of these days, thanks mostly to BookBub, which means that after I finish one book I have to decide which one to read next. I could do something normal like have them in a first-in-first-out queue, but that would be too easy. So instead I use Calibre to help me pick a new book after I finish one. Because I’m random that way.