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… you’ve got the wrong book. (There, that should garner me a couple bazillion hits, right?) Today I’m reviewing Mockingbird by Chuck Wendig – not that other book with “mocking” in its title and a picture of a bird on its cover. And even despite the absence of naked Finnick Odair, this book will rock your socks off.…
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Still enjoying my, erm, “gainful employment furlough” (YES, that is what this is. JEEZ). Meanwhile, the kiddies are back at school tomorrow. Ha ha ha ha haaaaa ha, suck it, kiddies – aw, damn, never mind. My heart’s just not in it. Shameful confession: I am kind of envious of the school-bound young ‘uns. So…
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Hot. So. Hot. And so, a book about Armageddon, which, from what I’ve read, seems like it will have a lot of burning and fire and other hot things. It’s Good Omens by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett. Do the synopsis mambo! According to the virtually unknown prophecies of a 17th century witch, one Agnes Nutter,…
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Sup. Been busy. And sick. Deal. I live in Canada, a.k.a. the “Great White North” (ha). There are certain things I expect from my amazing country. Things like freedom and doughnuts that are cheap, plentiful, and delicious. I also expect not to burn to a crisp. What the hell, Canada? What the hell? It’s hellishly hot where I am, and bloody…
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Okay, I know. I KNOW. It’s been waaaaay too long. Mea culpa, guilt, shame, etc etc. Let’s just say that I’ve been in more of a destructive frame of mind than a creative one. And I’ve been reading a lot of crap books that were pretty crappy but actually not crappy enough because I didn’t even hate them enough to…
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Can you tell I’m excited about seeing the Avengers assemble? (Thor Odinson, how you doin?) But seriously. Today, children, we are going to talk about a book that made me angry because it was not angry enough. The book: Fury by Elizabeth Miles. Yes, it’s another YA, but I’m of the Lev Grossman school when it…
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I know, I know. Too long, Robyn. Mea culpa and whatnot. So what have I been doing instead of blogging? Um, homework? Ha! As if. I managed to escape fake London for a weekend–huzzah! It was good to get back to Toronto for a reprieve. Went to the Game of Thrones exhibition at the TIFF…
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Apologies all around for taking far too long to feed the hungry blog-monster. I’ve been busy trying to figure out computational linguistics. And also designing my She-Ra, Princess of Power, costume for when I (fingers crossed) crash Comic-Con. It will happen. Oh yes, it will happen. For the honour of Greyskull! Okay, so maybe I spent a little…
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I know, so much poetry, right? You’re probably thinking, what the cuss is wrong with this fool? What, does she think she’s some spinster bluestocking governess mooning over her brooding and taciturn employer, wandering the moors with her book of poetry clasped to her bosom, sighing and occasionally spouting lines of Keats while discreetly trying not to sully her hem?…
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I was going to keep going with the poetry, but I have a cold, and my head is too sore for that much thinking. So what should you read when you’re sick, you’re getting bloody tired of grad school and the horrid city you’re in, and you’re now woefully single without even a Book Cat to cuddle…
The Reading Robyn 