The Next Best Thing to Being There
I first read Death’s Head when it came out in installments, with breaks of several months between the four releases, and I enjoyed it so much that I decided to read it again as a unit. If anything, it was better the second time around. I’ve read several of Mr. Broomall’s novels, and they’re all good, but this one takes the cake.
Robert Broomall writes with an almost magical economy of phrasing. The words he chooses, the sentences he constructs, have a certain rhythm that is
A busy weekend
I feel like I've been through a whirlwind. CD theme night with my buds on Friday night. Held myself to a single beer (although it was a Peg Leg, sort of like having two of most other beers) because I had to work the next morning. Sucked at pool as usual, but had a good time anyway. Home by a little after midnight. Work Saturday morning. How I loved that. 'Nuff said. Listened to the Terps on the radio on the way back from work, picked up my daughter, and got home just in time
