April Is The Cruelest Month

…and, in honour of this fact, it's "cruelest reading" month.  All the crap books that I've picked up on clearance because they're crap?  Yeah, you're on warning that it's reading time.

Hal Lindsay?  Bet you didn't see this coming in Revelations.

John Norman?  Well-ly shall I read you.

Pat Robertson?  … Ok, I still haven't quite assimilated that fact that Pat "Prayer Assault" Robertson actually wrote a novel, but dammit I shall read it.  And either laugh or cry while doing so — quite possibly both.

I think that about sums up all the crap that I know is floating around on my bookshelves, though there might be a few more hiding in the back and waiting to mug a naive work of literature that ventures out alone at night.