I have a three-month-old son, and one of the ways we often spend our afternoons is with him napping and me playing on the computer. I can knock out a round of Age of Empires II in an hour, and I often put on an audiobook (usually of a book I’ve read before, so I don’t have to pay much attention) and listen throughout my game and for the rest of the afternoon when the little buddy wakes up.
One of the best parts of reading Tana French’s Dublin Murder Squad books (and there are many best parts, I’ve gotta say) is that you can dive into any of them and get nearly the full experience and feeling even if you haven’t read all of them.
I’m a gym nerd, as we affectionately refer to ourselves on the gymternet. I have a tumblr appropriately full of tumbling gifs, a Patreon subscription to Lauren Hopkins’ Gymternet site, and a YouTube history full of old meets that I’ve watched a thousand times.
The number one thing I learned from How To Be A Tudor, by charming and intelligent historian Ruth Goodman, is that I’m glad I’m not a Tudor.
‘My name is Melisande Stokes and this is my story. I am writing in July 1851 (Common Era, or – let’s face it – Anno Domini) in the guest chamber of a middle-class home in Kensington, London, England. But I am not a native of this place or time. In fact, I am quite fucking desperate to get out of here.’ Having never read anything by Nicole Galland before, I may be speculating, but her influence on Neal Stephenson’s infodump tendencies seems to be a positive one and makes The Rise and Fall of D.O.D.O, a time-travel romp/workplace comedy/well-researched historical fiction, come together […]