Rightness:

What I Saw and How I Lied turned out to be an amazing book. Loved it! I stayed up all night reading it—even though I have a three-month-old baby and sleep is more precious than gold. I adored the book’s vivid descriptions—I could really see, smell, hear Palm Beach in the late 1940s—and would quote some examples of fabulous writing if I hadn’t shoved the book at a friend and ordered, “Borrow this! Read it! Love it!” Also, it has one of the best last lines of a book ever.

What’s it about? Just after WWII, A young girl from Queens takes a vacation with her mother and stepfather to Palm Beach. There, she falls in love and fights hard for the right to grow up, and in the process uncovers dirty secrets…

More rightness:

JELLICOE ROAD! I’m only partway through this boarding school story set in the Australian bush, but main character Taylor Markham is already one of my favorites for her sheer verve and cynical humor.

And, on Eliot’s behalf, I must praise Old Bear, by Kevin Henkes.

As soon as he saw the cover, he began waving his arms and legs in delight. Eliot is a big fan, and so am I. Henkes’s illustrations will linger in your mind’s eye.

Now, some humility, and this concerns Battlestar Galactica and has spoilers, so don’t read further if you haven’t seen last Friday’s show (Mordicai, this means you!).

I know I claimed in a previous post that I didn’t believe Ellen Tigh was the Final 5th, and I was sure wrong about that, but….

(and now my admission of wrongness becomes an excuse to crow my rightness)

…how about that Kara Thrace?

In a haunting and psychologically brutal episode, it became clear that, as I have long asserted, Starbuck is a hybrid like Hera, and her father, the pianist, is SO the Final Cylon (Daniel, whose name is only barely disguised as Dierdele Thrace).

Ok, ok, it’s still possible that I’m wrong. But I think I’m right!