Peripatetic, itinerant, eclectic musings about books, politics, history, language, culture, and anything else that interests me.
I finished Constantine’s Sword last night, and I’m now doing something I’ve never done before: reading a Stephen King novel. I read King’s memoir, On Writing (absolutely wonderful), but in my entire life I have never even opened one of his fiction books. Tbe one I’m reading now is one I’ve had on my shelf for several years, thinking I would read it someday: Bag of Bones. It’s not a horror novel. It’s great, so far. I’m really enjoying it.