LB’S NOTE: Patrice Robotnick, our ace robot reporter and critic, returns with a review that surprised me. Click below and listen up
Now that you know how this review sounds, here’s how it reads:

LB’S NOTE: Patrice Robotnick, our ace robot reporter and critic, returns with a review that surprised me. Click below and listen up
Now that you know how this review sounds, here’s how it reads:

Time for an LB admission. Never in a million years would I have imagined this particular re-imagining of the classic series – and character – known as Perry Mason.
Were there really books and stories where the archetypal criminal defense attorney was a film noirish private eye? If so, well, then, I’ll be damned. If not, well then, let the damnation fall on whatever genius HBO executive who thought this was something the world needed.
Have a look for yourselves:
Last week we talked about cartoonist/philosopher Grant Snider’s new book I Will Judge You By Your Bookshelf. Today we’re telling you to run out and buy another of his hot new creations. Check it out.

My next picture book is out soon from Chronicle Books! It’s a brightly illustrated poem of morning sounds and a reminder to slow down and LISTEN. One sound I’ve noticed lately is birds singing at sunrise. They seem louder without the usual commuter traffic. It’s a small joy in a difficult time.
THE USUAL NOTE FROM LB: From the summer of 2002 to the spring of 2010, Gwen the Beautiful and I were the proud and often exhausted owners of a beautiful Ozarks property we called Cloud Creek Ranch.
In many ways, the ranch was paradise. But it was a paradise with a price that started going up before we even knew it existed. Here’s another Monday musing about our adventure and the lessons we learned.
Oh, and if y’all detect any irony, please believe me when I say it comes straight from the universe and not your kindly Uncle Larry B.
What has our Writers Guild done for us lately?
Glad you asked.
