after a drought I'm flooded with books to read.
Bobo, you'll be happy to hear a copy of The Historian showed up. Now that Anne Rice has swapped Lestat for Jesus the crown of Queen of the Vampire Potboilers is up for grabs- I'll see if this gal can sieze it.
And to my amazement a copy of Feast for Crows showed up, allowing me to join bobo and dango in following the further adventures of the dwarf Tyrion's prodigious manhood.
I discovered when I started reading it last night that I didn't remember a damn thing that happened in the last book, so I'll have to shelve it until I re-read book 3 (this always happens to me with these series of steroid-inflated books that crest 800 pages per volume...)
Sheesh.
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