Assigned Reading (#3): The Player of Games by Iain M. Banks

In an attempt to educate Mrs. NW, who is not exactly an avid reader of science fiction and fantasy, Mr. NW each month assigns a classic novel. The previous instalments covered The Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss and The Lies of Locke Lamora by Scott Lynch.

That’s right, lovely readers. Another month has flown by. I should be telling you all about how much I loved/hated Prince of Thorns by Mark Lawrence, the actual book Mr NW assigned for this month but I never made it past page 20. Continue reading “Assigned Reading (#3): The Player of Games by Iain M. Banks”

What’s in a name?

I’m still away for work. I’m glad to find Mr NW is doing a good job of keeping on top of things but this is really bugging me, so here I am, ranting about a pet-peeve.

As I mentioned in last week’s post, I’m reading The Player of Games by Iain M. Banks [according to Mr NW the M is important]. I’m enjoying it but there is one thing that is frustrating me. Continue reading “What’s in a name?”