1995 was a great year for Austen!


Concur on Gaiman. This felt...like it had gunk on it. I don't think I'll pick him up again, which means I will have to figure out what to with his books that I already own. (Closet, for now, or backwards on the shelf).

I think over time I have (bleak ly) loved enough books written by enough awful people that I have forgiven myself for not being able to suspect it beforehand. But. Well. It stings and it stinks and I'm never entirely easy about it.