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I am not so much afraid of a muleteer's gambling as of his being a fool, and I would rather have a cook swear than be incompetent.

I admit, I went into this hoping for something to turn my brain off too, but this is still a bit much.

Love having to technically hack this site just to compare books with certain users, but god forbid we cut back on the ads.

The writer is more concerned to know than to judge.

Rest in peace, Jane Goodall.

[Montaigne] had seen himself in comfort, and in the company of his books; now he found himself among [others], in strange society, traveling through unfamiliar scenery, and often in severe pain. All this gave him fresh means for self-examination.

"Everyone is potentially one of those people, Governor," I replied. "It's best to learn that before you do something you'll have trouble living with."

Rest in peace, Assata Shakur.

The word 'cozy' is too consistently conflated with 'capitalist' (property inheritor/owner, small business 'creator') in advertising culture for me to trust it anymore.

Holy mother of balls, Maugham's a regular Mephistopheles at times.

Some pleasure to be had from the fact that this is a 60 year old paperback that came out while the author was still alive.

I fear writers; they want to go too deep and mess up the clear stepladders to success. I cannot see myself being this sort of person.

Between starting radiation and finally getting my first cat as an adult, my reading has tanked hard this week, but dealing with the former would be a hell of a lot worse without having the latter.

'Want a chance to win free books?' Sure, I'm going to attend the next meeting of my local library board and convince stakeholders to give the library more money.

Ahh, yes. I certainly had been a masochistic fool (as I so often am) to not begin this immediately after finishing its predecessor. May I not make this mistake again.

Only thing I know about the Emmys is that somene said 'Free Palestine' and that's all that's important.

I love it when people who speak malignantly of a 'transwoman' follow my reviews, I really do. Like, what exactly do they think they're getting themselves into?

I can't even bring up all the works by one of my favorite author in one search within the contents of my own library because of some machine learning spelling fuckery. GRAmazon grow a brain challenge.

Congo music, with wayward voices as thick as hot honey. This sound is dangerous; it promises to lift you from where you are and drop you into a hot upside-down place twenty thousand leagues under the sea.

Weirdly gendered construct #1106: Men (apparently) say 'room for cream' rather than 'room for milk.' I say the former, so. Yay?

I just don't understand how someone could get this far in the writing world and still not know how to properly put together a paragraph.

It's not as if I didn't expect this to be somewhat relatable, but man if I'm not being read to the third degree.

Not bad, but I don't care what breed of six-year-old you are, "Do I see cherries there?" soliloquizing is beyond you.

Library collection development choices are wild, man. Like, what do you mean none of my queer friendly library ecollections has anything of this gay enemies to lovers hockey series except for my notoriously boring (cishet) hometown that has entries #2-#4?!?!? Glad someone over there's on my side at least, hoping they throw me and my notify me tag a bone and get me a copy of the first one.

"I've long believed we were all of us warring kinsmen in a past life, brought back together in this life that we might yet learn how not to kill each other."

Have to wonder if it's on purpose that the main character uses the subjunctive while the third person narration doesn't.

He wondered if one day every feeling in the world would be identified, catalogued and marked for eradication.

This is largely reading well, but it's a tad too LinkedIn for my tastes.

In his eighties Maugham continued to write because in a sense he had no choice. "The fact is that, like drinking, writing is a very easy habit to form & a devilish hard one to break[.]"

On the window ledge a grey pigeon roosted, wings folded, contemplating the street below with the solemnity of a Wall Street stockbroker in 1929.