Monthly Archives: September 2005

When I first read Archer’s Goon, it was in a paperback edition I bought at Crown Books. The cover featured an overtall man sitting at a small kitchen table eating a piece of chocolate cake off the point of a … Continue reading →

A long time ago, I read The Doll Who Ate His Mother, because Stephen King talked about it in Danse Macabre. I was all prepared to like it, because I had found other interesting books from King’s overview of horror. … Continue reading →

Ate these two books as one wedge, not a popcorn ball but more like a superlarge rice krispy bar, or even a sandwich, since I think it came just a bit past snack-food territory, to tell the truth. It all … Continue reading →

Hmm. Quick-moving popcorn, a good surprise, but mixed with the almost unstoppable scheduling of Guns and Roses on the mind’s 24-hour jukebox. (Well, that and “Saturday in the Park”. No good reason for that one.) I was eager to pick … Continue reading →

This is the first book in the young-adult series I threw over to finish Charlaine Harris’ vampire mystery popcorn series instead. A virus (or series of them) has wiped out most of the population, and the middle of the US … Continue reading →

Please, God, let the next book I read have just a little more substance. Thank You. Amen. (PP: Please also give me the wits to consistently spell its author’s name correctly. TY.) (PPP [2007]: Also the wits to not number … Continue reading →

Isn’t that just the way with popcorn? You always want to eat just a little bit more, even if you’re afraid it’ll make you sick. And, hell, it’s not like the other books are going to spoil, right?

A steady diet of popcorn– as with anything– can get tiring. I’m still enjoying these books, but they are getting a little wearing. So I’m going to take a side-track in the middle here and read a young adult series … Continue reading →