The mouseover says: “I’m looking at you, Anathem”
Boy am I looking forward to reading that brick of a book. It’s sitting on the shelf watching me, to pounce on any bit of unguarded spare time.
The mouseover says: “I’m looking at you, Anathem”
Boy am I looking forward to reading that brick of a book. It’s sitting on the shelf watching me, to pounce on any bit of unguarded spare time.
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