May 20, 2006



I'd be all over the Godot and the Logan too!

Thanks for sharing, Mark ...



Ah--good find. I'd been hoping someone would provide running commentary! Just stumbled across your blog tonight, in a mad quest to add as many interesting blogs to my favorites as possible (and then perhaps never have time to write again myself because I'm reading other people so much???).

Anyway, I have a bet with myself as to what your "biggest score" of the evening was--will keep an eye on this space to see if I'm right!

Please do keep up with the BEA goings-on, even in raw form--greatly appreciated.



This was a great entry Mark and most interesting for all of us who didn't go to BEA. Good choice on Delia Falconer by the way - I reviewed in this month's Bookslut and thought it was amazing. I've read a lot of "soldier" books in the past but never anything like this. It is truly a unique and well written book.

Dan Wickett

Very nice job Mark. Glad to see you've scored the new Mitch Albom novel - can't wait until you can announce it!


Great writeup, Mark. Sorry we didn't get a chance to catch up at the event, but I'm sure there will be another opportunity.

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