It wasn't a big deal, since I was struggling through Princesses: The Six Daughters of George III, which came perilously close making me invoke my "i don't have time to be this bored" rule. The story itself was interesting enough - too bad the writing didn't support that. I would rather have read about some of the incidents that were skipped over (I think because they were too gossipy) instead of seeing what seemed like every single letter they wrote as children. I did finish it, but if I had it to do over, I'd look for a different biography.
I am almost finished with Just My Type which I am not only enjoying so much more, I can't help but think it seems even better following the last book.
So I added a bunch of various things to my list the other night, and I was pleased when I got an email that The Emperor and the Wolf: The Lives and Films of Akira Kurosawa and Toshiro Mifune was at the desk for me.
Jim stopped to pick it up on his way home, and staggered in with an entire cloth shopping bag of books - apparently, my ship has come in.!