Ah, my dear little friends. It is not my intention to program you -- to flick through the many crevices of your brains with my grease-spotted fingers. But let me subtly suggest that you buy The Call for your loved ones this Christmas?
There are other fine books out there, of course, and I have been reading some of them. Right now, waiting patiently for me to finish this post, is Cathy O'Neil's Weapons of Math Destruction. The author investigates how our blind trust of mathematical formulae has created a self-sustaining vortex of stupidity that wreaks havoc on our society. It's not as mind-altering as Nassim Taleb's Black Swan so far, but I'm really enjoying it all the same.
Westworld continues to entertain, but I have a bad feeling that it's about to spit a great big gob of stupid into my face. Let's see...
In the meantime, Netflix bought The Expanse, so I finally had a chance to watch the first season. I enjoyed it a lot, although I seem to remember the first book of the series ending with more of a bang. Perhaps not. It's been a while.
Good things continue to happen to The Call. New York Public Libraries have chosen it as one of their recommended books for teens for 2016. Another fantastic list from the other end of the US, Texas Tayshas, has put it down as one of their 2017 books to look out for. So, all excellent news!
Meanwhile, in the UK, the Literary Review said I was a "powerful writer" and that The Call was "riveting". Can't complain about that!
How are you?