Poor Imp

The Thief by Megan Whelan Turner It's a book to go back to on whim, for amusement. ^_^

Granted...the things are now allergic to you and won't get anywhere near to you, either way, whatever they are. I wish it were raining...

Well, I did start on the prologue; and as I've read this, I ought to be good enough to make some remark. ^_^ It was painfully over-the-top, nearly pornographic in ...

I assume it won't go to your head? (I missed this - can't believe...) Ha, that's really brilliant, Brad, despite my understated punctuation and lacking exclamation marks. It would make ...

(Not so very 'mushy', Amelia - it's rather sweet, more than that. ^_^'') The underground hit its stop, grating. Hollow echoes and stale air like a dying man's breath whipped ...

I think of a novel of confessions, or of someone caught with too many secrets, telling them through printed words though mute in life. Depending, I suppose, I might pick ...

Perhaps a quiet woman, willowy and even-tempered who nonetheless is immovable as steel on something that matters to her. -- Rafael Santini

If?... Gloves - that fit, right? -Tov A book. What is is, hell, doesn't matter - I won't get it. -Piers -- What is the most difficult thing you have ...

Granted -- but now you've an awful florid complexion and the pastels and paler shades are only to tone it down. ^_^'' I wish the world asked more questions, and ...

I like the Russian writers for their long, flowy sentences- they've got a knack for making them winding, but they end with a punch. It's like a whole story compacted ...

I suppose she might throw herself off a steamboat into the Antarctic sea - but only for Godiva? Oy, I can't quite imagine it. But naturally, it could be possible. ...

How can one beat CL's lovely handwriting and scanned in remarks? ^_~ Ah well, I'm printing this; and then next as the weekend and fencing has apparently put me behind ...

Vasya's face. Obviously. Ha - serious? Bloody hell, in the city, 'rade. Er, all ugly, right? -Tov Perhaps something I've dreamed, and that doesn't count as seeing. Why ask in ...

A sad fop, over-the-top pastel-infatuated as far as wardrobe and cursed by ill-luck. It goes with his name, perhaps. -- Skelta

Ha. Slept in where? -Tov You sleep in if you sleep; and I bloody well don't. -Piers --- Can you hear that?