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In case anyone wants to know what I thought of my plane reading, all of which served its function as entertainment which could be followed even when partially brain-dead, which Dunnett surely would not have been.
The Walker in Shadows, by Barbara Michaels. A widow with a teenage son buys a Southern Gothic mansion and is haunted by Civil War ghosts and the handsome divorce with a teenage daughter next door. Boring heroine, unlikable hero, not terribly interesting plot. Not one of her better efforts.
Three for the Money, By Janet Evanovich. A well-liked neighborhood guy disappears, Stephanie's car blows up. Not as funny as some, and not enough Ranger. Not one of her better efforts.
Charlie All Night, by Jennifer Crusie. A radio producer finds a guy who's never done radio before and creates a sensation. I didn't much care for any of the characters, and the plot was wobbbly, especially when it touched upon a very serious issue that made a hole in the story like a rock falling through cotton candy. Not one of her better efforts. Do I sense a theme here?
Ceremony, by Robert Parker. Spenser is hired to find a runaway teenager who's become a hooker. If you've ever wanted to read about the touching relationship between Marty Stu and Mary Sue, check this out: the ever-so-tough yet impossibly cultured Spenser trades witticisms and profundities over Brie and salsify with his beloved, the oh-so-perfect Jewish feminist psychiatrist Susan Silverman. I don't know which of them I hated more, but Susan probably gets the edge because every time she opened her mouth I momentarily became and anti-feminist anti-Semite. Wow, was this not one of Parker's better efforts.
Now reading Frederica, by Georgette Heyer. Much better. Love Lufra, the Baluchistan hound and Felix, the small boy with the hydraulics fetish. Since I'm also re-watching Fullmetal Alchemist, I keep wishing I could introduce him to Winry. That would be a match made in heaven.
Purchased in Japan but as yet unread:
Gardens of the Moon, by Steven Erikson.
The House of Arden, by E. Nesbit-- this and Harding's Luck are the only of her books I've never read, I think.
Squib, by Nina Bawden
Martial Arts and Sports in Japan, by the Japan Travel Bureau. One of a series of small and charming books on Japan, very informative, delightfully illustrated, and with insider information you won't find elsewhere, like the exact contents of the specialty bento lunch box you can only buy at a certain train station in Hokkaido.
The Walker in Shadows, by Barbara Michaels. A widow with a teenage son buys a Southern Gothic mansion and is haunted by Civil War ghosts and the handsome divorce with a teenage daughter next door. Boring heroine, unlikable hero, not terribly interesting plot. Not one of her better efforts.
Three for the Money, By Janet Evanovich. A well-liked neighborhood guy disappears, Stephanie's car blows up. Not as funny as some, and not enough Ranger. Not one of her better efforts.
Charlie All Night, by Jennifer Crusie. A radio producer finds a guy who's never done radio before and creates a sensation. I didn't much care for any of the characters, and the plot was wobbbly, especially when it touched upon a very serious issue that made a hole in the story like a rock falling through cotton candy. Not one of her better efforts. Do I sense a theme here?
Ceremony, by Robert Parker. Spenser is hired to find a runaway teenager who's become a hooker. If you've ever wanted to read about the touching relationship between Marty Stu and Mary Sue, check this out: the ever-so-tough yet impossibly cultured Spenser trades witticisms and profundities over Brie and salsify with his beloved, the oh-so-perfect Jewish feminist psychiatrist Susan Silverman. I don't know which of them I hated more, but Susan probably gets the edge because every time she opened her mouth I momentarily became and anti-feminist anti-Semite. Wow, was this not one of Parker's better efforts.
Now reading Frederica, by Georgette Heyer. Much better. Love Lufra, the Baluchistan hound and Felix, the small boy with the hydraulics fetish. Since I'm also re-watching Fullmetal Alchemist, I keep wishing I could introduce him to Winry. That would be a match made in heaven.
Purchased in Japan but as yet unread:
Gardens of the Moon, by Steven Erikson.
The House of Arden, by E. Nesbit-- this and Harding's Luck are the only of her books I've never read, I think.
Squib, by Nina Bawden
Martial Arts and Sports in Japan, by the Japan Travel Bureau. One of a series of small and charming books on Japan, very informative, delightfully illustrated, and with insider information you won't find elsewhere, like the exact contents of the specialty bento lunch box you can only buy at a certain train station in Hokkaido.
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The Baluchistan hound has an unfortunate tendency to disappear when not required by the plot. This suggests to me that he is slightly overtrained.
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Have you read any of Don Draeger's books on Japanese martial arts?
The same documentary showed a little bit of what I believe was the same Indian martial arts school that you visited it, but it was frustratingly brief. Very odd and interesting looking style, though.
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