I intended to write a review of the year, but that won’t be necessary.

Apparently, Richard Curtis already did it with a rhyme scheme.

A sample:
Two thousand nine—the year that we
Were taught the benefits of “free.”

A book is now considered bought
When it is sold to you for naught.

This paradox makes perfect sense
Unless you hope for recompense.

We learned that zero is a price.
If you’re the buyer? Really nice!

If you’re the seller? Lots of luck.
With gratis—hard to make a buck!

(For the entire poem, click the orange.)

Tricia and I are on vacation the rest of this week, so I wouldn’t expect any posting until the new year. If you’re bored while waiting for the new year, you can re-read some of our Most Adequate Hits.

Tricia and I jointly review Rebecca and Twilight. (The next book we review will not feature a neurotic, female narrator.)

I live-blogged reading Finnegan’s Wake. (Re-live my pain.)

The short-lived Poetry Thursday produced one worthwhile post when I forced everyone in the newsroom to write haiku. (Sandra Klepach had the best one.)

Tricia read a Harlequin romance and argued all reading was good reading. (This would be an ongoing argument between she and I this year.)

I contended that Romeo and Juliet was not a love story.

Tricia discussed her distaste for Ernest Hemingway, which birthed the Hemingway challenge.

And, finally, I taught ya’ll how to lie.

-Jason Lea, JLea@News-Herald.com

P.S. Behold the power of "Meep!"