Prequel to #23 - Solo Review, Epistolary Novels, The Martian Preview

I want to buy these shoes for my mama, please. It's Christmas Eve and these shoes are just her size. Could you hurry, sir,...

Bond loathed and despised tea, that flat, soft, time-wasting opium of the masses. It's Thunderball, and This Film is Lit. Let Me Sum Up...

I am putting myself to the fullest possible use, which is all I think that any conscious entity can ever hope to do. It's...