Books 351-355

So,
I just noticed
that I put up the wrong book numbers
for the last post's title.
And none of you told me.
Seriously.
Why do you people read this blog?
I thought you were all here
to tell me when I missed a typo.
If it wasn't in your job description before,
it is now.

Today is a very
Woody Allen
post.



Naturally,
having seen his books in the last two posts,
we can only wonder
if he is getting even
for not having feathers.
(By the way,
Dad,
I loooooooved your comment about
Without Feathers
on the last post.
It made me laugh.
But why didn't you tell me
there was a typo
in the post title?)

Following
Getting Even,
we have Mr. Allen's play
Side Effects.


I'm not sure what type of side effects
Mr. Allen's play is about,
But I imagine it would be worrying
if it opened with a warning
from the Surgeon General.

I don't know about you,
but I don't think I ever had fun with Dick and Jane.


Honestly,
I don't think I'd want to,
either.
Mowing the grass
and
stereotypical gender roles
are not my idea
of a good time.

Now,
I know we're all so excited about this next book.


I like
Eading
as much as the next person,
but I generally prefer to
Ead
for fun,
not for
Rheloric.
(This is what happens when your
font and cover just don't work:
my commentary doesn't work.)

Honestly,
though.
Some of this stuff I just can't make up.


This is the third copy of this book.
And yes,
they're all on the same shelf.

I think I know which books we'll be
regifting and swapping out
over the next year.