Last night I watched a very silly movie, then came home and watched the eclipse, The West Wing, and Lost.
Lost was lovely.
The Day After Tomorrow, throughout most of its lumbering, overblown plot, had better writing than last night’s episode of The West Wing, about which I can only say, “WTF?”
Back to books. I can’t take the hack screenwriters anymore.
Hastings, which is in the doghouse for having ordered The Book of Athyra for me two weeks ago and still claiming that it’s on a truck somewhere, has slightly redeemed itself by putting out copies of Banewreaker a week early. Now that’s a reason to support my local retailer. Yay, clueless book managers!