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maribouThree to Get Deadly, by Janet Evanovich
Fun bounty-hunter-and-grandma fluff. Am trying to stretch these out for fear of ennui; several people I know got burnt out after 4 or 5 of them.
(102/200)
What the Dormouse Said, by John Markoff
Early computing history, focuses on how much the guys doing computers in the 60s were also immersed in 60s counterculture.
(103/200)
Exuberance, by Kay Redfield Jamison
Jamison does for exuberance what I'd been hoping Lazare would do for apology: a catalog of sorts, full of history and psychology and biology and astronomy and all sorts of interesting speculations ... I'm glad I finally got around to this author.
(104/200)
Poker Face, by Katy Lederer
A charming quick read, a little bit of a bad-family memoir, a little bit of a good-family memoir, a little bit of a how-I-decided-what-to-be-when-I-grew-up memoir, and a dash of good business-of-gambling stories on the side. Worth reading if you're interested by poets and complex families, and if you like poker too, it'll help.
(105/200)
Angel-Seeker, by Sharon Shinn
One either likes elegantly written sfnal romances with a dash of anti-fundamentalist feminism, or one does not. I do, though it always surprises me a bit that I do, so I liked this. I always eat her books in a day or two.
(106/200)
Nothing's Sacred, by Lewis Black
Meh. If you're enough of a Lewis Black geek to read this without caring what I think of it, you'll like it anyway, but I can't say I'd recommend it to anyone who didn't already have a fondness for the guy. I just didn't think it was funny, and it isn't serious or in depth enough to overcome the lack of hilarity - so much of what makes Mr. Black funny is the sputtering bluster of his delivery. That said, I still found it endearing, but I'm a big Lewis Black geek so I liked learning about his upbringing, college years, &c.
(107/200)
Fun bounty-hunter-and-grandma fluff. Am trying to stretch these out for fear of ennui; several people I know got burnt out after 4 or 5 of them.
(102/200)
What the Dormouse Said, by John Markoff
Early computing history, focuses on how much the guys doing computers in the 60s were also immersed in 60s counterculture.
(103/200)
Exuberance, by Kay Redfield Jamison
Jamison does for exuberance what I'd been hoping Lazare would do for apology: a catalog of sorts, full of history and psychology and biology and astronomy and all sorts of interesting speculations ... I'm glad I finally got around to this author.
(104/200)
Poker Face, by Katy Lederer
A charming quick read, a little bit of a bad-family memoir, a little bit of a good-family memoir, a little bit of a how-I-decided-what-to-be-when-I-grew-up memoir, and a dash of good business-of-gambling stories on the side. Worth reading if you're interested by poets and complex families, and if you like poker too, it'll help.
(105/200)
Angel-Seeker, by Sharon Shinn
One either likes elegantly written sfnal romances with a dash of anti-fundamentalist feminism, or one does not. I do, though it always surprises me a bit that I do, so I liked this. I always eat her books in a day or two.
(106/200)
Nothing's Sacred, by Lewis Black
Meh. If you're enough of a Lewis Black geek to read this without caring what I think of it, you'll like it anyway, but I can't say I'd recommend it to anyone who didn't already have a fondness for the guy. I just didn't think it was funny, and it isn't serious or in depth enough to overcome the lack of hilarity - so much of what makes Mr. Black funny is the sputtering bluster of his delivery. That said, I still found it endearing, but I'm a big Lewis Black geek so I liked learning about his upbringing, college years, &c.
(107/200)
