Sorry! It’s just been not a great week for books. I’ve read a bunch, but I wasn’t wowed by any of them. They weren’t bad, most of them; they were just kind of OK-I-guess. And I don’t want to name names, because apparently the easiest way to destroy a writer’s inner tranquility and will to live is to say that you were kind of indifferent to his or her latest tome. I freely admit to having a history of being a bit of a sadist, but I don’t throw punches like that unless they’ve been thrown at me first. I’m not a monster.
So, I dunno: go read Guns of the South, or something. That was a solid Turtledove AH.