I arrived home last night to find a big box of goodies from Amazon - enough, perhaps, to keep me going for weeks. A lot of singularity based reading, quite a bit on writing, and some fiction thrown in for good measure.
And the cream on top was the first DVD of Deadwood season 3. I don't think I have to go into how much I love Deadwood, and at times like these, Netflix, if only by extension.
Speaking of things that I like, I also bought a copy of Lamb, just because I love it and like to have a copy to loan out to friends. Though I may reread it before it's available for lending. Because I'm selfish like that.
I've updated the reading lists, scrapping all of the Econ/Philosphy stuff that I haven't cracked the cover of yet, though I'll likely read Tyler's book when it becomes available.
You may notice that some books went straight the Recent Reading pile without having ever been in the Currently Reading pile. I've been busy. I'll try to get to reviews before too long, but not yet. Except to say that "On Writing Well" was the first book I've read in quite a while that actually made me dislike the author. The book wasn't terrible, except for the fact that he displayed an annoying habit of injecting his politics into it. It's a book about writing. If I'd wanted a book on the political opinions of William K. Zinsser, presumably I'd have bought something different, maybe a subscription to Pompous Leftist Magazine. Mainly, you'd hope that the author of a book on writing would know to stick with the subject.