L.M. Beyer's Blog
May 11, 2014
Andromeda's Mountain published 4/23/2014
Was I really talking about this book last year in June??? Well, it's published now. Not only is it published, people are buying it.
The lead character in this story is Andromeda (Andy) Rose Saville. It's her adventure, and I'd consider her a strong female lead.
If you visit the book's page here on Goodreads you may notice a book trailer video. It's fun. It's creepy.
Have a Happy Mother's Day.
The lead character in this story is Andromeda (Andy) Rose Saville. It's her adventure, and I'd consider her a strong female lead.
If you visit the book's page here on Goodreads you may notice a book trailer video. It's fun. It's creepy.
Have a Happy Mother's Day.
June 8, 2013
Andromeda's Mountain
This is the name of another novel that's in progress. Hope to publish it before the end of the summer. Unlike my two published novels which are pure Space Opera, this one is not science fiction. It's fantasy, with a solidly evil sorceress, demons, and other things that go bump in the night. Lots of fun. Here's an excerpt.
Something grabbed my arms and I screamed.
“Andy! For Pete’s sake, it’s just a bad dream. Pull yourself together.” Cory saw that I was awake and let go of my arms. “All that thrashing around and yelling. Rats! I’ll never get back to sleep now.”
“I saw it.” I held my teeth tight to keep them from chattering.
“Saw what?”
“Hadrea’s fortress. The Temple of Makhist.”
Cory sat back. "You saw a dream. It was a nightmare. Must have been a doozy, I'll grant you, but it sure wasn't real." He got up on his feet and rubbed at his shoulders. "I'm getting too old for sleeping on cold stone. Ouch! I don't suppose I could persuade you to give me a back rub. " He winced at the look on my face. "Didn't think so."
"I was there," I said. "I could feel it. I could smell it. He wants me to go there. He's forcing me to go there."
"Who are you talking about?"
"Amathaon!"
"Him again? The almighty telepath? Whatever happened to reasonable, orderly Andy? Every little box lined up neat, every piece of equipment with its assigned spot, wiped clean of every speck, not even a fingerprint. What did you do to her? Where is she? The scientist I once knew would not believe in anything she couldn't measure in a beaker. And this," he picked up a small rock from the floor and threw it at the far wall, "can be measured and counted and broken down into its molecular components."
"It's chaos, Cory! It can't be real. The rock is an illusion."
"You've got to be joking! Your dream is a real place, but this hut is not? Are you telling me that my back doesn't really ache like the blue blazes from sleeping on damp stone? I've had enough of this. I'm through here. I'm not going to hike those mountains with a nut in tow. I'm going back to the farm." He picked up his backpack.
"No! Please, Cory, don't leave. I need your help." He shook his head and started for the door. “Don't leave me alone. That beast you heard around your farm in the middle of the night is hunting me. If I'm alone, if I fall asleep..."
He paused at the door, his back to me. After a minute I could see him lift his shoulders in a sigh. "One condition, Andy."
"Anything!" And I meant it. I was desperate.
He turned around with half a smile, "If only you'd said that before I met Meara. But never mind. Just shut up about Amathaon. In fact, just be quiet altogether. Obviously, you've had a hard time of it, and I’m sorry about that, but it means your conversation leaves a great deal to be desired and I'd rather not chat. Know what I mean? Have we got a deal?"
I nodded.
Cory winked and said, "Good start."
Something grabbed my arms and I screamed.
“Andy! For Pete’s sake, it’s just a bad dream. Pull yourself together.” Cory saw that I was awake and let go of my arms. “All that thrashing around and yelling. Rats! I’ll never get back to sleep now.”
“I saw it.” I held my teeth tight to keep them from chattering.
“Saw what?”
“Hadrea’s fortress. The Temple of Makhist.”
Cory sat back. "You saw a dream. It was a nightmare. Must have been a doozy, I'll grant you, but it sure wasn't real." He got up on his feet and rubbed at his shoulders. "I'm getting too old for sleeping on cold stone. Ouch! I don't suppose I could persuade you to give me a back rub. " He winced at the look on my face. "Didn't think so."
"I was there," I said. "I could feel it. I could smell it. He wants me to go there. He's forcing me to go there."
"Who are you talking about?"
"Amathaon!"
"Him again? The almighty telepath? Whatever happened to reasonable, orderly Andy? Every little box lined up neat, every piece of equipment with its assigned spot, wiped clean of every speck, not even a fingerprint. What did you do to her? Where is she? The scientist I once knew would not believe in anything she couldn't measure in a beaker. And this," he picked up a small rock from the floor and threw it at the far wall, "can be measured and counted and broken down into its molecular components."
"It's chaos, Cory! It can't be real. The rock is an illusion."
"You've got to be joking! Your dream is a real place, but this hut is not? Are you telling me that my back doesn't really ache like the blue blazes from sleeping on damp stone? I've had enough of this. I'm through here. I'm not going to hike those mountains with a nut in tow. I'm going back to the farm." He picked up his backpack.
"No! Please, Cory, don't leave. I need your help." He shook his head and started for the door. “Don't leave me alone. That beast you heard around your farm in the middle of the night is hunting me. If I'm alone, if I fall asleep..."
He paused at the door, his back to me. After a minute I could see him lift his shoulders in a sigh. "One condition, Andy."
"Anything!" And I meant it. I was desperate.
He turned around with half a smile, "If only you'd said that before I met Meara. But never mind. Just shut up about Amathaon. In fact, just be quiet altogether. Obviously, you've had a hard time of it, and I’m sorry about that, but it means your conversation leaves a great deal to be desired and I'd rather not chat. Know what I mean? Have we got a deal?"
I nodded.
Cory winked and said, "Good start."
Just pluggin' my two SciFi books.
Are you looking for adventure, mystery, aliens, pirates, and a man who fights with his fists, his wits, and sometimes a gun? Meet Pharaoh Farrow in Call Me Pharaoh, available in both kindle and print editions, as well as in an ebook edition for the iPad and B&N Nook. Reviews on Amazon:
✭✭✭✭✭ Five stars for a rising Star!
✭✭✭✭✭ A Great Sci-Fi Interstellar Adventure
✭✭✭✭✭ OUTSTANDING!
✭✭✭✭✭ Pharaoh Farrow PI
✭✭✭✭✭ Impossible to put down
✭✭✭✭ Private investigator in space
✭✭✭✭ Did they tell you he saved the Galaxy, as he says?
Then there's more adventure for Pharaoh, and a murder to solve in The Aldebaran Countdown: A Pharaoh Farrow Adventure, also in both kindle and print editions, as well as in an ebook edition for the iPad and B&N Nook.
Reviewed on Amazon:
✭✭✭✭✭ Space Noir!
By Linell Jeppsen
Format:Kindle Edition|Amazon Verified Purchase
"Hurray for Pharaoh! He 's back again- this time on a gigantic spaceship called the Aldabaran, which is owned and operated by the fiendish, Hadeon. This black market dealer has his fingers in every dirty pie in the known universe, and this time he has armed an asteroid as a bomb in order to destroy a planet!
From the first pages of this tale, the atmosphere is intense- from the stinking, moldy fog on the dimly-lit back streets of the planet Briscoe, to the lushly, bizarre constructs of Hadeon's spaceship in orbit around the planet- Beyer's world- building is outstanding!
As is her character development. I have likened Pharaoh to Spencer- the low-heeled and gritty investigator for hire. Both of these men are no stranger to the seedier side of human (or alien) beings and face extreme danger and almost certain death with courage, competence, and a "devil-may-care" panache-
If you love science fiction read Call Me Pharaoh- and The Aldebaran Countdown
if you rather dislike science fiction and enjoy hard-boiled detective stories, read Call Me Pharaoh, and ...
if you could care less about those two genres, but really go for high-tech, military mayhem~
Read this excellent series by LM Beyer 5 exuberant stars!"
✭✭✭✭✭ Five stars for a rising Star!
✭✭✭✭✭ A Great Sci-Fi Interstellar Adventure
✭✭✭✭✭ OUTSTANDING!
✭✭✭✭✭ Pharaoh Farrow PI
✭✭✭✭✭ Impossible to put down
✭✭✭✭ Private investigator in space
✭✭✭✭ Did they tell you he saved the Galaxy, as he says?
Then there's more adventure for Pharaoh, and a murder to solve in The Aldebaran Countdown: A Pharaoh Farrow Adventure, also in both kindle and print editions, as well as in an ebook edition for the iPad and B&N Nook.
Reviewed on Amazon:
✭✭✭✭✭ Space Noir!
By Linell Jeppsen
Format:Kindle Edition|Amazon Verified Purchase
"Hurray for Pharaoh! He 's back again- this time on a gigantic spaceship called the Aldabaran, which is owned and operated by the fiendish, Hadeon. This black market dealer has his fingers in every dirty pie in the known universe, and this time he has armed an asteroid as a bomb in order to destroy a planet!
From the first pages of this tale, the atmosphere is intense- from the stinking, moldy fog on the dimly-lit back streets of the planet Briscoe, to the lushly, bizarre constructs of Hadeon's spaceship in orbit around the planet- Beyer's world- building is outstanding!
As is her character development. I have likened Pharaoh to Spencer- the low-heeled and gritty investigator for hire. Both of these men are no stranger to the seedier side of human (or alien) beings and face extreme danger and almost certain death with courage, competence, and a "devil-may-care" panache-
If you love science fiction read Call Me Pharaoh- and The Aldebaran Countdown
if you rather dislike science fiction and enjoy hard-boiled detective stories, read Call Me Pharaoh, and ...
if you could care less about those two genres, but really go for high-tech, military mayhem~
Read this excellent series by LM Beyer 5 exuberant stars!"
May 8, 2013
History Begins at Sumer, by Samuel Kramer
I owned this book quite a few years ago and lost it. I just happened to be thinking about it today and a few minutes ago ordered it from Amazon.com. Samuel Kramer has translated a large number of Sumerian texts and reproduces some of those in this book. I love the ancient poetry of the Sumerians, and am really looking forward to reading it again.
The Sumerians occupied the Tigris and Euphrates River Valleys of ancient Iraq and their outlook on life was shaped by those rivers, particularly by the uncertainty of when and how badly they would flood. Their cities were also regularly attacked by nomadic tribes. Their vision of life after death was dark and gloomy. I also believe they had a myth about a creature that can only be described as a vampire. I will have to prove that memory to be true. It's pretty vague at the moment, and could be completely wrong.
The Egyptians' outlook on life and death was also strongly affected by their river, the Nile. However, the Nile flood was a predictable, annual event that restored the soil of the farmlands along its banks. Nor did the Egyptians suffer as much from invasions and attacks on their cities as did the Sumerians, because of the deserts that surrounded Egypt. The Egyptian vision of life after death (which started out as only available to the ruling class but ultimately began to allow lower classes) was therefore rather pleasant and sunny. True, your heart had to be weighed to determine if you deserved a happy afterlife, so there was some risk involved.
I have a couple of other books about the Sumerians that I know are still on my bookshelves (so many shelves, so many books, so little time.) I am going to go see if I can find them.
And I will probably return to this subject to correct my errors. It's been too many years since I read these books.
The Sumerians occupied the Tigris and Euphrates River Valleys of ancient Iraq and their outlook on life was shaped by those rivers, particularly by the uncertainty of when and how badly they would flood. Their cities were also regularly attacked by nomadic tribes. Their vision of life after death was dark and gloomy. I also believe they had a myth about a creature that can only be described as a vampire. I will have to prove that memory to be true. It's pretty vague at the moment, and could be completely wrong.
The Egyptians' outlook on life and death was also strongly affected by their river, the Nile. However, the Nile flood was a predictable, annual event that restored the soil of the farmlands along its banks. Nor did the Egyptians suffer as much from invasions and attacks on their cities as did the Sumerians, because of the deserts that surrounded Egypt. The Egyptian vision of life after death (which started out as only available to the ruling class but ultimately began to allow lower classes) was therefore rather pleasant and sunny. True, your heart had to be weighed to determine if you deserved a happy afterlife, so there was some risk involved.
I have a couple of other books about the Sumerians that I know are still on my bookshelves (so many shelves, so many books, so little time.) I am going to go see if I can find them.
And I will probably return to this subject to correct my errors. It's been too many years since I read these books.
May 3, 2013
What I'm currently writing...
I'm in the middle of reading more than one book. The Cat Who Could Read Backwards by Lilian Jackson Braun is one of them. The Diogenes Trilogy: Brimstone, Dance of Death, and The Book of the Dead Omnibus by Douglas Preston and Lincoln Child is another one. There are a couple more.
I return to these when I take a break from working on my third Pharaoh Farrow adventure, tentatively named, "The Log of the Hilda."
A friend, John Patin, (who writes great sci-fi, by the way, that can be found on Amazon.com) suggested the plot for this, the story of how Pharaoh found his ship, the Hilda. I thought it was a great idea.
The name Hilda was once upon a time the name of an old fishing vessel on the Chesapeake Bay. The boat is long since gone, I'm sure. It was very old when I saw it, although still afloat and cared for tenderly by its elderly owner, a man named Love. (I'm not making this up.)
I always liked the idea of a vessel named Hilda, and therefore gave the name to Pharaoh's spaceship. Later on, I gave a little more thought to the name. It's an old name with various meanings such as warrior or battle maiden. And even more than that.
I do not explore the mystical in my Pharaoh Farrow books. They are entirely sci-fi adventure with a fair amount of humor mixed in. However, I recognize that when life reaches a certain level of self-awareness, it will begin to recognize something called death, and wonder what comes after. I believe that other animals on our planet may even wonder about it, although without the benefit of eons of literature and culture to draw on. The elephants, for instance. And the primates.
Therefore, so must Pharaoh. He will make rare (very rare) reference, just in passing, to what might be his own beliefs. Because his ship is named Hilda, I decided that it was a short form for the name of one of the valkyries, the women of Norse mythology that carry slain warriors to Valhalla. It seemed an appropriate name for the ship of my protagonist. And so he has called on Valhalla once or twice, and even mentions the Eye of Odin (an interesting myth.) But that's it. He's a man of action and not otherwise into navel-gazing.
This third adventure will not be exploring Hilda's mystical connection to the valkyries, either. This whole subject is just background for the character of Pharaoh. He's a likeable guy. If you haven't met him yet, introduce yourself to his adventures. The ebook editions are cheap and are available on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Kobo and iTunes.
I return to these when I take a break from working on my third Pharaoh Farrow adventure, tentatively named, "The Log of the Hilda."
A friend, John Patin, (who writes great sci-fi, by the way, that can be found on Amazon.com) suggested the plot for this, the story of how Pharaoh found his ship, the Hilda. I thought it was a great idea.
The name Hilda was once upon a time the name of an old fishing vessel on the Chesapeake Bay. The boat is long since gone, I'm sure. It was very old when I saw it, although still afloat and cared for tenderly by its elderly owner, a man named Love. (I'm not making this up.)
I always liked the idea of a vessel named Hilda, and therefore gave the name to Pharaoh's spaceship. Later on, I gave a little more thought to the name. It's an old name with various meanings such as warrior or battle maiden. And even more than that.
I do not explore the mystical in my Pharaoh Farrow books. They are entirely sci-fi adventure with a fair amount of humor mixed in. However, I recognize that when life reaches a certain level of self-awareness, it will begin to recognize something called death, and wonder what comes after. I believe that other animals on our planet may even wonder about it, although without the benefit of eons of literature and culture to draw on. The elephants, for instance. And the primates.
Therefore, so must Pharaoh. He will make rare (very rare) reference, just in passing, to what might be his own beliefs. Because his ship is named Hilda, I decided that it was a short form for the name of one of the valkyries, the women of Norse mythology that carry slain warriors to Valhalla. It seemed an appropriate name for the ship of my protagonist. And so he has called on Valhalla once or twice, and even mentions the Eye of Odin (an interesting myth.) But that's it. He's a man of action and not otherwise into navel-gazing.
This third adventure will not be exploring Hilda's mystical connection to the valkyries, either. This whole subject is just background for the character of Pharaoh. He's a likeable guy. If you haven't met him yet, introduce yourself to his adventures. The ebook editions are cheap and are available on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Kobo and iTunes.
Lillian Jackson Braun
I read a few of her "The Cat Who..." mysteries many years ago and enjoyed them. So I recently bought the first in the series, "The Cat Who Could Read Backwards" (1966) and am in the middle of reading it all over again.
I particularly like that she was still writing books into her 90s, although some readers will say those books were not as good as the early ones.
Doesn't matter to me. My plan is to read all of them, and learn form them. She worked for newspapers, so her protagonist is a reporter, but keep in mind that it was many years ago, before computers were ubiquitous and small enough to fit on a desk.
The cats in these stories are pets of the protagonist. If I remember correctly, the cats don't solve the mysteries. They're just cats, but as someone who lived for many years with cats, it amuses me to see their antics described by someone else who lived with them for many years, 'cause when you look into those knowing eyes it's easy to imagine all sorts of metaphysical thoughts going on in that canny little carnivore brain.
;-) What fun.
I particularly like that she was still writing books into her 90s, although some readers will say those books were not as good as the early ones.
Doesn't matter to me. My plan is to read all of them, and learn form them. She worked for newspapers, so her protagonist is a reporter, but keep in mind that it was many years ago, before computers were ubiquitous and small enough to fit on a desk.
The cats in these stories are pets of the protagonist. If I remember correctly, the cats don't solve the mysteries. They're just cats, but as someone who lived for many years with cats, it amuses me to see their antics described by someone else who lived with them for many years, 'cause when you look into those knowing eyes it's easy to imagine all sorts of metaphysical thoughts going on in that canny little carnivore brain.
;-) What fun.
April 17, 2013
C- for an Imperfect World is on B&N and iTunes
While I'm here talking to myself, I thought I might as well note that this collection of 13 short stories is now available for the Barnes & Noble Nook and as an epub for sale on iTunes. And Kobo, another type of ereader.
I wrote these stories over the past few years while considering writing something other that hard science fiction space opera. A couple are just for humor. A couple are ghost stories. A couple of them are science fiction but definitely not space opera. One of them is just a sister's tale about her little brother. And one is an old tale written by my son when he was in school.
I've been advised that people generally prefer a collection of stories all in the same genre. Ah, well, I failed in that regard. Still, some people might find these interesting.
I enjoyed the research I did online for my stories, including reading about the Adirondack Mountains (New York) for When I Dream of a Cambrian Sea, and the Atchafalaya Swamp (Louisiana) for Elora. It took me a long time to write those particular short stories because I found the research too fascinating.
It's absolutely amazing the amount of information you can find on the internet. Just have to pay attention to the source because mixed in with the facts is a lot of wishful thinking.
I wrote these stories over the past few years while considering writing something other that hard science fiction space opera. A couple are just for humor. A couple are ghost stories. A couple of them are science fiction but definitely not space opera. One of them is just a sister's tale about her little brother. And one is an old tale written by my son when he was in school.
I've been advised that people generally prefer a collection of stories all in the same genre. Ah, well, I failed in that regard. Still, some people might find these interesting.
I enjoyed the research I did online for my stories, including reading about the Adirondack Mountains (New York) for When I Dream of a Cambrian Sea, and the Atchafalaya Swamp (Louisiana) for Elora. It took me a long time to write those particular short stories because I found the research too fascinating.
It's absolutely amazing the amount of information you can find on the internet. Just have to pay attention to the source because mixed in with the facts is a lot of wishful thinking.
The tax return rush is finally over
It won't be my last tax season, I believe, although I'm planning to retire from the firm this summer. I may help out for the 2014 tax season depending on whether the company needs more staff or not.
Before then, however, I'm trying to imagine what it will be like without the routine of a day job. I need to set some rules for myself.
First, don't sit around in front of the tube.
Years and years ago when I was home every day for three years with two very young children, I watched some daytime TV. I soon learned that with soap operas all the real action took place on Fridays and Mondays. The rest of the time the actors stood around talking on the telephone. Might have changed since then, but I doubt it. Anyway, no soap opera addiction allowed. Period.
Second, do something outdoors every day except when there are thunderstorms. Pull weeds, trim bushes, take a walk, take pictures, shovel snow, watch the sun rise and set, whatever. But get out of the house into the fresh air.
Third, devote 2 to 4 hours every morning to writing, even if it's just a letter to my old friend in Albany. But write and publish my stories.
Fourth, spend evenings with my husband. How long will the two of us have together? No way to know. Bad idea to assume there will always be tomorrow.
Before then, however, I'm trying to imagine what it will be like without the routine of a day job. I need to set some rules for myself.
First, don't sit around in front of the tube.
Years and years ago when I was home every day for three years with two very young children, I watched some daytime TV. I soon learned that with soap operas all the real action took place on Fridays and Mondays. The rest of the time the actors stood around talking on the telephone. Might have changed since then, but I doubt it. Anyway, no soap opera addiction allowed. Period.
Second, do something outdoors every day except when there are thunderstorms. Pull weeds, trim bushes, take a walk, take pictures, shovel snow, watch the sun rise and set, whatever. But get out of the house into the fresh air.
Third, devote 2 to 4 hours every morning to writing, even if it's just a letter to my old friend in Albany. But write and publish my stories.
Fourth, spend evenings with my husband. How long will the two of us have together? No way to know. Bad idea to assume there will always be tomorrow.
March 21, 2013
Call Me Pharaoh is available to download from iTunes
The book is now available for download through the iTunes bookstore. $2.99.
His name is Pharaoh Farrow, and he lives a thousand years after human life has spread to the stars and joined non-human life in the rowdy commerce of the galaxy. Maybe someday he’ll retire to that sheep farm he’s always talking about, but until then he works as a private investigator, earning just enough to keep his old ship repaired, food in his belly, and beer in the cooler. When a wealthy and secretive man hires him to find his daughter, Pharaoh assumes it’s just another missing persons case, no different from jobs he’s handled a hundred times before. The pay will be good, but only if he lives to collect it, because he soon finds himself trapped between worlds at war, negotiating with pirates and spies, waylaid by the ruthless Lethian rebels, and arrested by the galaxy’s equally ruthless Delian League of Spacefaring Systems. Could things get worse? Oh, yes. He could find the woman all of them are looking for.
His name is Pharaoh Farrow, and he lives a thousand years after human life has spread to the stars and joined non-human life in the rowdy commerce of the galaxy. Maybe someday he’ll retire to that sheep farm he’s always talking about, but until then he works as a private investigator, earning just enough to keep his old ship repaired, food in his belly, and beer in the cooler. When a wealthy and secretive man hires him to find his daughter, Pharaoh assumes it’s just another missing persons case, no different from jobs he’s handled a hundred times before. The pay will be good, but only if he lives to collect it, because he soon finds himself trapped between worlds at war, negotiating with pirates and spies, waylaid by the ruthless Lethian rebels, and arrested by the galaxy’s equally ruthless Delian League of Spacefaring Systems. Could things get worse? Oh, yes. He could find the woman all of them are looking for.
March 16, 2013
The Aldebaran Countdown on iTunes
It worked! The book is now available through the iTunes bookstore. And for only $1.99.
That's cheap. Probably too cheap. I should value my efforts more than that, but I am an unknown indie awash in an ocean of indies.
But back to the matter at hand--Pharaoh Farrow's first published adventure, Call Me Pharaoh, will appear on iTunes, too, in a day or two. It was the first book I gave birth to with Amazon's help, and so more precious to me for some idiotic reason. Therefore, it was the second book that I turned over to Draft2Digital, once I saw how well they handled the other one.
So far so good.
By the way, I understand that readers aren't interested in what authors do to get a story out there. At least, that's what I keep reading over in the Amazon forums. "Whining" they call it. But sorry, I'm not whining. I'm thrilled to pieces. :-D
I want to plug another book I'm reading on the Kindle: The Martian, by Andy Weir. Awesome! Some people object to the technical science stuff. It's told with humor, though, so even though there's a lot I don't understand, I figure I can learn something. If you freak at the occasional use of four-letter words then don't buy the book and just accept that you will miss out on something fantastic.
Guess I should update my Goodread shelves or something, but I've been too busy having fun with other stuff.
Have a great weekend, folks!
That's cheap. Probably too cheap. I should value my efforts more than that, but I am an unknown indie awash in an ocean of indies.
But back to the matter at hand--Pharaoh Farrow's first published adventure, Call Me Pharaoh, will appear on iTunes, too, in a day or two. It was the first book I gave birth to with Amazon's help, and so more precious to me for some idiotic reason. Therefore, it was the second book that I turned over to Draft2Digital, once I saw how well they handled the other one.
So far so good.
By the way, I understand that readers aren't interested in what authors do to get a story out there. At least, that's what I keep reading over in the Amazon forums. "Whining" they call it. But sorry, I'm not whining. I'm thrilled to pieces. :-D
I want to plug another book I'm reading on the Kindle: The Martian, by Andy Weir. Awesome! Some people object to the technical science stuff. It's told with humor, though, so even though there's a lot I don't understand, I figure I can learn something. If you freak at the occasional use of four-letter words then don't buy the book and just accept that you will miss out on something fantastic.
Guess I should update my Goodread shelves or something, but I've been too busy having fun with other stuff.
Have a great weekend, folks!
