War between the Great Powers was much talked about in the first decade of the twentieth century, by politicians, writers, novelists and philosophers.
- The First World War: A Complete History, Martin Gilbert
War between the Great Powers was much talked about in the first decade of the twentieth century, by politicians, writers, novelists and philosophers.
The central organization hub for the Democratic Party is situated in a sand-colored modern building on Canal Street in Southeast Washington , DC, just a few blocks away from the Capitol.
Malcolm Vance, The Plot to Hack America: How Putin’s Cyberspies and WikiLeaks Tried to Steal the 2016 Election
The supremacy of the British Navy was stamped indelibly on the history of the nineteenth century during a single terrible afternoon in October, 1805.
Dreadnought: Britain, Germany, and the Coming of the Great War
–Robert E. Massie
By 1899, we had learned to tame the darkness but not the Texas heat.
The Evolution of Calpurnia Tate by Jacqueline Kelly
The boat moved with a nauseous, relentless rhythm, like someone chewing on a rotten tooth.
The Lie Tree, by Frances Hardinge
“If Alastair Stone could get away with it, he would stay as far away from Edwina Mortenson’s office as he could.” - The Other Side (book 10 of the Alastair Stone Chronicles), by R.L. King (AKA our very own Infovore). Nearly done with it.
“OK, let’s get this chauvinism thing on the table and settled before the first cards are dealt: I am an accomplished and experienced male chauvinist sexist pig.”
Love, Sex and Tractors - Roger Welsch
I am between books right now. Just finished one this afternoon, haven’t cracked the next.
The one I just finished:
“My right hand neighbor thinks I’m crazy, so she brings me cheese.”
Two Nights by Kathy Reichs
The one I will start at bedtime:
“Hal and Bonnie Morgan wended their way through the crowded, overheated movie theater lobby into the cool air of a midwinter Phoenix night.”
Dead to Rights by J. A. Jance
“My life as a traveler began in 1930, ten years before I was born.”
Journeys Into the Mind of the World by Richard Tillinghast
“The note simply read: IMPORTANT.”
As You Wish: Inconceivable Tales from the Making of The Princess Bride by Cary Elwes with Joe Layden
Midway in his alotted threescore years and ten, Dante comes to himself with a start and realizes that he has strayed from the True Way into the Dark Wood of Error (Worldliness).
The Divine Comedy - Dante Aligheri (John Ciardi translation)
I was saving this for the Dog Days, but the weather’s been unseasonably cool 
I’m on a new book now. Well, new in the sense that I am reading it now, even if it is for the forty-ellebunth time:
James Lee Burke
In The Electric Mist With Confederate Dead
“The beginning of the sixteenth century was an exciting time to be alive.”
Four Princes: Henry VIII, Francis I, Charles V, Suleiman the Magnificent and the Obsessions that Forged Modern Europe by John Julius Norwich
“There is an L-shaped scar on the left side of my chin.”
Bruce Campbell, If Chins Could Kill.
Scared of possible jail time, in constant pain and tired of battling for medical marijuana patients’ rights, Steven McWilliams committed suicide in San Diego on Monday July 11, 2005, on his 51st birthday.
Marijuana Horticulture
The indoor/outdoor MEDICAL grower’s Bible
Jorge Cervantes
“The young woman’s heart was pounding.”
Rise of the Rocket Girls: The Women Who Propelled Us from Missiles to the Moon to Mars, by Nathalia Holt.
“I don’t think this is my bed.”
Denton Little’s Deathdate, by Lance Rubin.
“Stevenson entertained many fantasies about his ancestors, most notably that he was descended from Rob Roy McGregor and that after the proscription of the clan some of the sept called themselves Stevenson.”
Robert Louis Stevenson: A Biography, Frank McLynn
and
At the top of the key, I’m
MOVING & GROOVING,
POPping and ROCKING–
Why you BUMPING?
Crossover by Kwame Alexander (a young adult novel in verse)
Paul Christopher had been loved by two women who could not understand why he had stopped writing poetry.**–The Tears of Autumn ** by Charles McCarry, one of his excellent cold war spy novels, this one set at the time of Kennedy’s death.
“Whoever writes the code creates the value.”*