Because I have no social life here in my tiny small town, I'm going to the local library's book grou

Because I have no social life here in my tiny small town, I'm going to the local library's book group once a month. Just to talk to some people. It's about a half-dozen very old ladies, one or two women who work at the library and a guy in his 20s. And now me. Did my second book with them yesterday, The Tenant of Wildfell Hall by Anne Brontë.

It's a testament to my need for IRL conversation that I made it through that book. On the bright side, me and the gals basically saw it the same way. Compelling story, particularly for its time. Could be edited way, way down however. Helen is a real drag.

With that trial passed, I'm back in BrainFi with a book I stumbled on in the same library's book sale (a book that they decided to cull from the collection): Spider Robinson's 1982 novel, Mindkiller. 

I read the first chapter last night. It has elements that I find a little precious (for example: a need to let you know that the author is conversant in various high-class brands and products), but the first chapter ends strong. It's a gut punch. Way to come out swinging, Spider!

That said, the BrainFi hook has not kicked in yet.