I was wandering through our local Half-Price Books the other day. Sitting in the locked case was a hardback copy of Neil Gaiman's
The Day I Swapped My Dad for Two Goldfish.
$85. I didn't see any note saying 'signed copy', so I'm even MORE confused by the price tag.
I own a 1/e of Something Wicked This Way Comes, from the 1950s.
Covet, covet, covet.
The new Terry Pratchett novel (Thud!) is out now!
The new Terry Pratchett novel (Thud!) is out now!
He's got a reading coming up at Booksmith (in SF) too.
I am sure Terry Pratchett's new book is not in fact titled, "Thud!" but now I deeply want somebody overly verbose yet funny and self-aware to write a book so titled.
It is called Thud! Who would have Thunk it?
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Oh, it's a Vimes novel! Yay!
Whee!
Damn it.
I know what I'm spending my yard sale earnings on now.
I must wait and not buy it until my next flight, as Pratchett makes excellent airplane reading.
Mind you, that's only a week away. Still hard, dammit.
Where are you flying to next week?