Apparently I'm housesitting for Tom Bailey, so still driving back and forth between S-grove and Yuppyshire at least twice a day (it's okay, the big woofies can run outside and fight groundhogs, as they apparently now do).  But right now, I'm at work.  Doing...um...not...work?

Good idea:  Reading for fun.  Bad idea, reading a 625 page novel in the course of two days, especially when one has misgivings about it.  Not the "this is a terrible book" kind, but the "This is well written but I'm not so sure I care about the story/characters" kind.  That being said, I present a book review, since I haven't posted one in about, well, since I first started this journal:
( In a family album, snapshots of a thousand words or more )