Just to prove I don't live in a vacuum, I will make reference to the current big news. Will anyone read blogs? Does anyone actually even read this blog? (you are none of you commenting much, you sylvan creatures).
Maybe in a couple of days I will post spoilers about the Harry Potter book, but I would have to read it, and the penultimate one in order to do so, unless of course I made it all up. And frankly, I am a bit sick of the whole thing. I hope Harry does get killed off, J.K. Rowling does not write any similar novels, and Stephen King is not allowed anywhere near the Harry Potter character. Actually, I hope someone chops Stephen King's hands off, and cuts out his tongue. This would make it impossible for him to write, but possible to read bad reviews and hear negative assessments of his work. Every day he will suffer as little children scream in horror when they see him in all his ugliness. Hang on, they probably do already.
Anyway, I don't know if I have the intestinal fortitude to read the last two Potter books, particularly when I have found a Biggles novel I have not yet read. It is called Biggles in Australia, and has a picture of an aborigne on the front. I wonder if Biggles is hunting him?
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