That great ol’ franchise wordspew James Patterson offers us number “I’ve lost count keeping track of this shit” in his Private megalomaniacal series.  This one takes place in the mothership, Los Angeles, and despite the Vegas moniker, it’s really of the Private LA family.  Ask James Patterson.  Seriously, ask him.  He’s a nice guy, but I don’t even think he can keep track of what he’s pooping out anymore. CBR #11 — Not Every McDonald’s Gets The McRib

I love me some Wendig.  Shotgun Gravy is the novella that introduces yet another of his badass heroines — Atlanta Burns.  She’s been described as Veronica Mars meets Justified, and if that don’t salt your potatoes, I’m on the wrong fucking website. CBR #10 – Sawed-Off Nancy Drew

Finishing this felt like taking a dump that you want to Instagram.  Just that you’re so proud that it’s finally over but the only real accomplishment is if other people witness it.  On the scale of War and Peace (fave) to Anna Karenina (my favorite character was the train), this is slightly above Anna. CBR #9 – Dosvedanya Mio Bombino

Book three of Crying Sword Jeebus and His Guilt-Trippin’ Gurl.  How good was this one?  I started to write the review until I realized I was raging about book FOUR.  To be fair, book four really pissed me off.  But like Kingdom of the *STATIC HISS* I managed to complete block out the events of this book.  Great read, eh? CBR #8 – Staggering Blindly Through The Wilderness, Lost All Ability to Feel

I still have a copy of this book, printed in the 1980’s, though it’s somewhat beginning to melt and become one with space-time.

Ok. I think this is one of those “it’s not you, it’s me” reviews, because John Scalzi is beloved by all and this book won a bunch of awards so I am obviously just missing something.