My life as a rhombus

I don’t tutor high school students.

It’s funny. I’ve never read any books by Justine Larbaleister but I read her blog and when she recommended My life as a rhombus I guess I was feeling in a suggestible mood because I ordered it right then. And I’m glad I did; its a good solid read, engaging enough to make me delay setting out for the train last Friday evening until I finished it. Course then I had to reread the last chapter because I’d skim-read so much of it.

Books books books

I’ve noticed recently that I haven’t been blogging all the books that I’ve been reading so this is a bit of a catch up. Let’s start the ball rolling with Lois McMaster Bujold’s The Hallowed Hunt which I mostly read on the flight to America. I’m increasingly finding Bujold to …

A puppy called Aero

This is not my usual sort of book. But I guess one of the perks of working in a public library means that you can grab something on impulse just because it crossed your desk. Whatever the reason was I started reading this book, which meant that unless it was atrocious I was most likely going to finish. And finish I did, so you can work it out for yourself.