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redheadedfemmeI went book-buying yesterday, and came home with one of those stupid elongated mass-market paperbacks.
I hate those books. They look deformed, and they don't fit in the bookcase. I wouldn't have bought this one at all if it hadn't been the latest book in the Dresden Files, Turn Coat, by Jim Butcher.
But Jim Butcher is one of my favorite authors, and the Dresden Files is a great series. Mr. Butcher provided one of the best reading experiences I have had in years, during my reading of the seventh Harry Dresden book, Dead Beat.
Fans of the series should know exactly where I'm going with this. I took the book into the bathroom (where I get a lot of my reading done) in the middle of chapter 38...right before Harry reanimates Sue, the 65-million-year-old Tyrannosaurus Rex, and rides her into battle.
I must have sat there on the commode for a good thirty minutes, chortling out loud at this wonderful plot twist. By the time it occurred to me that I had better get up (two chapters later) I had to pry myself loose from the seat.
Just blame Jim Butcher for my hemorrhoids, I guess.
I hate those books. They look deformed, and they don't fit in the bookcase. I wouldn't have bought this one at all if it hadn't been the latest book in the Dresden Files, Turn Coat, by Jim Butcher.
But Jim Butcher is one of my favorite authors, and the Dresden Files is a great series. Mr. Butcher provided one of the best reading experiences I have had in years, during my reading of the seventh Harry Dresden book, Dead Beat.
Fans of the series should know exactly where I'm going with this. I took the book into the bathroom (where I get a lot of my reading done) in the middle of chapter 38...right before Harry reanimates Sue, the 65-million-year-old Tyrannosaurus Rex, and rides her into battle.
I must have sat there on the commode for a good thirty minutes, chortling out loud at this wonderful plot twist. By the time it occurred to me that I had better get up (two chapters later) I had to pry myself loose from the seat.
Just blame Jim Butcher for my hemorrhoids, I guess.
