Friday, 23 February 2007

Why I should never buy books to read on a plane trip

My copy of John Scalzi’s Old Man’s War from was on my doorstep when I got home at around 1:30. It was read by 5:00—and that included interruptions to eat lunch and to make arrangements for Yet Another Phone Interview.

This compulsive behavior on my part creates two immediate problems for me: I now need to find another book to read on the plane Monday, and I will probably have to pay retail for it.

You hate me, you really hate me

0-for-5 and counting…