The story of a group of people in Australia who have six months before the end of the world.

In the future, when you have a baby in a 1/1 population system the watch-word is 'sacrafice'.

You ever want to see how a wealthy, media mogul lives in the future? Yeah, me too. Turns out? Living in a studio apartment is the coolest thing about it.

Well the book turned out even worse than we expected. Like, really worse. It's already about incest, but somehow managed to one up it's own self.

I read a really good short story about two girls living in a haunted house, then found out that Levar Burton beat me too it. He saw how successful I've been in the podcasting game, and he wanted a piece of the pie.

Jerk, Anthony Boucher, tries to go for the brass ring of time-travel-paradox and fails pretty miserably. Also, my daughter told me I mispronounced "ennui".

We read a proto-twilight. But instead of vampires, it's the unholy lust between brother and sister.

Virginia Woolf's stream of consiousness style of writing isn't the best for reading out loud- but at least it's not as sexist at the last book.