A curmudgeon writes.
So hey, it’s winter. I’m cold, and I have a cold, which is why I am spending my Friday evening writing book reviews instead of watching Jaws on the big screen to celebrate old Bruce’s 50th birthday.
That said, I am keeping to my read-five-write-five rule, so I suppose koff-koff evenings are good for something. Let’s roll.
Continue reading “Book reviews: twisty lit, sovcits, future fascism, a boring family and the CIA”That’s quite a mouthful.
The reason we’re dealing with this random assemblage of topics is because once more I’ve been unable to keep up with the whole “write a review after you’ve finished five books” thing. So this time around you’re getting ten for the price of five.
Which is nothing, as this blog is free. So you get good (reviews) for nothing? Sweet.
Continue reading “Book reviews: serial killers, too much booze, Japan, film horror, fascist yoga, subs, viaducts and goths”
Yeah nah. 