Gift
It was my birthday yesterday -- one of several that I have had away from my family. Such is life. So, after work, I dived in to the nearest bookstore (Bestseller in Robinsons Galleria) -- got drenched in rain along the way -- and found these: Hmmm... Those Ray Bradbury books are classics! And Scott Card's sequel to one of the best SF picks sure is tempting. But I have to get only one, so I settled for one of these: Why do they make different versions of everything? Stupid marketing ploy.... Haven't read it yet, as I'm still neck deep in Clancy's Debt of Honor . Short review to follow. Happy birthday to me.