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Signposts in a Strange Land
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Dappled Things
The Fine Delight
Gene Luen Yang
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Yet more proof that just about everyone is cooler than me. Rufus is cooler than me. Quin is cooler than me. Angelmeg is cooler than me. Ironic Catholic is cooler than me. Now this new guy. In fact, I think that the only person not cooler than me is Mark Shea.
Ha!
But Really. I’m just an introspective bookworm. You definitely have a spot ahead of me.
You’re really very kind, but it’s resolved. I even have my doubts about Shea’s status relative to me.
He writes cool books.
I just spent the last hour putting together a blog post about the Polish contralto Ewa Podleś. How cool is that? Not very, I have to say.
But ‘Til We Have Faces is a cool book, although I thought it dragged on a bit towards the end. The first half is amazing. Or maybe I need to spend less time listening to opera and more time reading C.S. Lewis.
The lame shall enter first. You and Shea can take comfort in that, Henri.