Well the book turned out even worse than we expected. Like, really worse. It's already about incest, but somehow managed to one up it's own self.

I read a really good short story about two girls living in a haunted house, then found out that Levar Burton beat me too it. He saw how successful I've been in the podcasting game, and he wanted a piece of the pie.

Jerk, Anthony Boucher, tries to go for the brass ring of time-travel-paradox and fails pretty miserably. Also, my daughter told me I mispronounced "ennui".

We read a proto-twilight. But instead of vampires, it's the unholy lust between brother and sister.

Virginia Woolf's stream of consiousness style of writing isn't the best for reading out loud- but at least it's not as sexist at the last book.

A dystopian story about a world where women rule over men, and the most sexist thing I've ever read. It barely even makes sense.

We both actually like a book for once. We learn: * The receptionist at Ben's work is as good as dead * Glen has nothing to talk about thanks to quarentining * Gretchen has NO advice for us this week * Glen reveal's his hip-hop name

Two short stories from the early days of Phillip K. Dick's career (before he got good)