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Finished Three Men in a Boat (to Say Nothing of the Dog) by Jerome K. Jerome.
It was... amusing? In a nineteenth century kind of way.
Frankly, the narration voice in my head was the stereotypical caricature of an old British gentleman lounging in a chair reminiscing about eras gone by in that rambling-about sort of fashion they do when they are portrayed on television; interrupting their story with an barely-related anecdote to the point that one almost needs a corkboard with 3x5 cards, thumbtacks and string in order to keep track of what's going on.
Almost, I say. You do need those things when reading Stephen King's It, but I digress.
The story itself is first-person about a stereotypical caricature of a Victorian dandy and his friends going on an outing up the Thames, doing as those sort of "gentlemen" are wont to do, and in a very ironical, hypocritical fashion, one might add. Though there are little historical tidbits, anecdotes, if you will, about each of the stops along the way, I seriously doubt they are much in the way of accurate.
So... that book dispensed of, I am looking at the one freebee of the month I did pick up, ATLAS by Isaac Hooke, which apparently involves mecha of some sort, judging from its cover; and I got a dead-tree version of a book about nothing: Zero: The Biography of a Dangerous Idea by Charles Seife. This is a reread, but it was a library loan last time I read it; and with math books, paper is usually better than ebook form (not to mention the dead-tree versions can usually be got for dirt cheap compared to the digital media)
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