OK, so I was all set to post my review of Diana Wynne Jones’ new novel House of Many Ways, which I really liked except for the inborn-evil lubbockin, which Sarah Rees Brennan talks about in a way more entertaining and lucid paragraph than I could fashion. (Actually, to be…
Mr. Sherlock Holmes here. Most copious thanks to all eight (!) teams who registered for Pieces of Nine‘s cross-Ottawa treasure hunt, and to the nefarious Krigers for playing their dastardly part! Especial thanks to those out-of-town visitors who journeyed from such distant locations as Toronto and Kingston to assist with…
Or, “Strange Childhood Obsessions”. Yeah, this is going to be a weird one. Exhibit A:
But first… happy Father’s Day, Dad! Well, if J. K. Rowling’s not done with Harry Potter, then neither am I. (Stop that groaning!) So I mentioned in passing in my review of Prince Caspian that, despite appearing more liberal and progressive, the Harry Potter series gives me the ICKY!s much…
The Hardy Boys (Franklin W. Dixon):
Phew! I’m back. From visiting my sister in Copenhagen and from doing some research in London, in case you didn’t gather by the title. And I brought back pictures, video, and point-form for everyone. Yay!!!!
It was suggested in the Toronto Star’s review that to recreate the new Walden Media version of C. S. Lewis’s Prince Caspian, one need only repeat the title of this entry several times. While this is perhaps not entirely fair, as my friend Juliana pointed out after we saw the…
So I haven’t had Internet over the past week or so because I’ve been visiting my grandparents in Florida. The strange thing about the part of Florida I went to visit last week is that it isn’t inhabited by native Floridans. My aunt and I were staying with my grandparents…
Here’s the scoop: I don’t care about good people who do good things for good reasons and are never heart-wrenchingly tempted by evil. Sorry. This explains a lot of my taste in fiction; I’ve never been able to sympathize very much with Lucy and Peter Pevensie, or Harry Potter, or…
Extra-special shameless self-promotional post! Egad, old chums, Professor Moriarty has stolen a private letter from among the papers of Her Majesty Queen Victoria! Were its contents to become public, the results could bring the British Empire to its knees! HRH has engaged the services of Mr. Sherlock Holmes of Baker…