Thirteen Days to Go
Different shirts, same assholes. They were fascists then and they’re fascists now.
"No matter how cynical I get, I can’t keep up.” — Lily Tomlin
Unsolicited opinions on books, movies, TV shows, consumer products
Different shirts, same assholes. They were fascists then and they’re fascists now.
Donna and I celebrated New Year’s Eve with dinner and a movie: I grilled steaks, which we ate on trays while watching Harrison Ford chew up the scenery in Air Force One.
Looking back at some of my earlier pre-Christmas blog posts, maybe I have a touch of seasonal depression. Well, at least I’m in good company, right?
I read a few nonfiction titles in 2020, but the pandemic drove me to seek escape in novels: fiction, science fiction, horror, and thrillers. These are my reviews of the ten books I most enjoyed reading this year. All were solid four- and five-star reads.
Funny how that desk doesn’t look so tiny when real presidents sit behind it, huh?
“I was having an emotion, and I hate that.”
— Exit Strategy by Martha Wells
Six short book reviews: fiction, science fiction, memoir, DNF
It still jars to have to think about, plan around, and reassure friends and readers we’re taking measures to stay safe during this goddamn pandemic. I don’t want it to be the new normal. There’s nothing normal about it.