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On books...
In checking the books that are actually on my shelf in the room next door, I was confused to find a copy of Nevsky's Demon staring at me, which must mean that I bought the book before the lot was recalled by Avon.
Which means that Nevsky's Revenge is somewhere else in this house, maybe, because I recall reading the very first Nevsky book and the joy I experienced at the time.
It then occurred to me that, mayhaps, Demon might be of some value, seeing as how (presumably) most of the books were destroyed.
Uh-uh, at least not according to Amazon, where copies are freely available for pennies.
In other book news, my brand spanking new copy of The Chicago Manual of Style (16th edition) arrived yesterday, raising the question of just how, exactly, does one go about making sure a text conforms to the specifications set forth therein? (I plan to spend some hours the weekend just scanning the pages to get an idea of what kinds of things to look out for.)
In any event, my old copy of "Chicago" is at least 40 years old, which fact probably does not mandate buying a new edition (I have, after all, gotten along fine without even the old volume at hand for some time), but the fact I can't put my hands on it trumps any such questions. If nothing else, the new book is quite a bit thicker than my old 10th edition, that's for sure.
The weather is gorgeous, and my every fiber screams to go out somewhere and wallow in the sunshine (and maybe go find a mushroom or two). So I'll make a deal with myself: once I get 2500 source words done, I'll take an extended break until later in the day.
But I better get a fire lit, else there won't be any "later" to extend to.
Cheers...
Which means that Nevsky's Revenge is somewhere else in this house, maybe, because I recall reading the very first Nevsky book and the joy I experienced at the time.
It then occurred to me that, mayhaps, Demon might be of some value, seeing as how (presumably) most of the books were destroyed.
Uh-uh, at least not according to Amazon, where copies are freely available for pennies.
In other book news, my brand spanking new copy of The Chicago Manual of Style (16th edition) arrived yesterday, raising the question of just how, exactly, does one go about making sure a text conforms to the specifications set forth therein? (I plan to spend some hours the weekend just scanning the pages to get an idea of what kinds of things to look out for.)
In any event, my old copy of "Chicago" is at least 40 years old, which fact probably does not mandate buying a new edition (I have, after all, gotten along fine without even the old volume at hand for some time), but the fact I can't put my hands on it trumps any such questions. If nothing else, the new book is quite a bit thicker than my old 10th edition, that's for sure.
The weather is gorgeous, and my every fiber screams to go out somewhere and wallow in the sunshine (and maybe go find a mushroom or two). So I'll make a deal with myself: once I get 2500 source words done, I'll take an extended break until later in the day.
But I better get a fire lit, else there won't be any "later" to extend to.
Cheers...