Books.

Okay. After putting it off for a few years, I’ve finally started reading Dorothy Sayers. Maybe true bibliophiles will scoff at this, but reading her stuff gives me the pleasure of reading Sherlock Holmes combined with Jane Austin.

Funny. Sayer’s biography sounds similar to Doyle’s in a few spots. Wrote things, didn’t become famous until she’d come up with a detective character. Wrote him until she couldn’t stand to do it anymore, quit and did religious things. Lots of dissimilarities, but there you go.

Finishing Stone of Tears by Terry Goodkind. I still have to be in a mood to read him, and his style still bugs me, but there’s something weird and unpredictable about him, so when I am in that mood, he’s very, very good. And Jordan he is not.