Mr. Midshipman Hornblower


Mr. Midshipman Hornblower, by C. S. Forester.

*snif*

Aw, gosh. I just love Hornblower. I mean, come on, I can count on the fingers of one hand and have plenty of fingers left over the number of introspective, intellectual, duty-driven action heros -- y'know, people like me. Plenty of fingers, kiddies.

So, I managed to get myself to go to sleep after reading Mr. Midshipman, but only because I'd actually read a copy of the next book (Lieutenant Hornblower) reasonably recently.

Hornblower

Yum yum yum! I just got, as an out-of-the-blue gift from Janis, all eleven of the Horatio Hornblower novels.

Oh, my god. I haven't read these since I was a teen. I am thrilled to have a whole set all to myself! Wheeeeeee!

In return, I've loaned her the first three Honor Harrington novels, by David Weber.

And, of course, I'm still sitting here at work, and yes, starting to chafe over the fact that there are 11 books singing lusciously at me from my desk, sirens perched on an unassailable rock, above a sea of MIS help requests, whilst I slump before The Infernal Machine one desk away.

If I breathe very deep, I can smell them from here.

reeeeeeead me

reeeeead me....

I shall, however, dutifully stand my watch.