Reviewing the Mail: Week of 2/3

I feel guilty about being happy about not having any books to write about here -- and if that's not a stupidly complex emotion, I don't know what is.

But it's true: one, I have no books to write about this week.

Two, I'm moderately happy, since it means this post can be short, and I can get to other things.

Three, I feel guilty that I'm happy about not having to spend much time doing something that I supposedly enjoy.

Oh, well -- if humans were simple creatures I'm pretty sure we wouldn't have the Internet to begin with! See you next week for more books, or possibly not.