If enough Esteemed Readers show me they like these reviews, I'm happy to write more of them. I don't get it and I don't pretend to, but if Esteemed Reader's happy, I'm happy.Īs an experiment, we're going to try a few 'book of the week' reviews in the coming weeks. The interwebs are drawn to this review of Bunnicula for some reason, and this review of The Indian in the Cupboard gets more traffic than this way more interesting interview with its author. I'm going to call this a book of the week review even though I haven't reviewed a book here since almost exactly one year ago:) Truthfully, I've been turning down requests for book reviews because typically guest posts written by writers more talented than yours truly have drawn greater traffic, with the notable exception of reviews of classic books. But Duncan takes Peter’s reading as a personal insult. That doesn’t seem like too much to ask to me. Heck, the only thing he really wants is to be left alone so he can read whatever book he has his nose stuck in at the moment. Otherwise why would he spend so much of his time picking on a kid like Peter Thompson? Peter never bothers anyone. I mean, something must have made him decide to spend his life making other people miserable. Sometimes I wonder if Duncan’s mother dropped him on his head when he was a baby. But I also knew that if he tried, Duncan would cream him.

I could see that he wanted to grab the book back from Duncan. “Why do you read so much? Don’t you know how to watch TV?” First Paragraph(s): “Hey, Geekoid!” yelled Duncan Dougal as he snatched Peter Thompson’s book out of his hand.

My teacher is an alien