Lest you think my recommendations are always on the mark: the following note from my husband, who stayed up late finishing a book I had thrust upon him, was waiting in my inbox this morning.
I may very well have hated [redacted] worse than I’ve ever hated any work of art in my life.
I’m putting John Mayer videos on unstoppable loops on your computer and the TV.
Oh, he is a diabolical master of revenge. If you never hear from me again, you’ll know why.
Another Winter Holiday Connection: Morse Code
Crowing over Crow Books
Snufkin gets it
From the Archives: Life on the Trail