Quoth the JHeaton:
Still, my the time I'm done with all these I may have to set the 19th century aside for a few months.
Guess whose pants are on fire? IT IS ME. I was at the Central Library this afternoon and ran across a book I'd been meaning to read for awhile but never got around to: Mr. Polk's War: American Opposition and Dissent, 1846-1848. And come to think of it, I have another one on hold: Slavemaster President: The Double Career of James Polk by William Dusinberre, which I started reading on NetLibrary many months ago but never finished, because I hate reading books on NetLibrary.
Speaking of books, earlier today I attended a reading from a new book called Chicks Dig Time Lords: A Celebration of Doctor Who by the Women Who Love It at a bookstore downtown. I went into it not knowing anything about the book, but to coin a phrase, they had me at "time lord." Unfortunately, based on the authors who appears and the excerpts they read, it seems more a celebration of Doctor Who fandom than of Doctor Who per se, and I've not had good experiences with those. You may recall a lengthy series of posts back in 2007 exploring in great detail the many and varied ways Will the Vampire People Please Leave the Lobby? was a terrible book. And earlier this year I read Harry, A History, Melissa Anelli's book about the history of Harry Potter as a cultural phenomenon and her own experiences in Harry Potter fandom. The former was quite interesting; the latter, quite tiresome. ATTENTION ONLINE FANDOM: outside of your particular community, no one cares. Yes, I understand that your participation in your fan community gives you a sense of belonging that you've never found anywhere else, but that feeling is neither unique to your fandom (nor to fandom, period) nor inherently interesting.