I've said before that I find the very notion of book destruction to be excruciating. It really does take a helluvalot for me to declare that a book isn't even worth its pixels, let alone its paper. I'll hang onto a book for ages -- and I have, too -- until I find someone who can appreciate it despite all the flaws I see. However, I can't really say that's the case for these two stories, and that right there should tell you all you need to know about my review.
( Therefore, let the pomp and circumstance begin, so we can at least pay homage to the hardworking (and clearly long-suffering) editor and copysetter who were forced to deal with these travesties. Lighters, please. ) Hrmph. Y'know, Move to Trash just doesn't have half the glee as ripping a hardcopy in half and dumping the pages into a big ol' trashcan while laughing maniacally.
( Therefore, let the pomp and circumstance begin, so we can at least pay homage to the hardworking (and clearly long-suffering) editor and copysetter who were forced to deal with these travesties. Lighters, please. ) Hrmph. Y'know, Move to Trash just doesn't have half the glee as ripping a hardcopy in half and dumping the pages into a big ol' trashcan while laughing maniacally.