My rhythm continues, despite a book that was kinda sloggy and two more that were varying degrees of disappointing: Playing at the World by Jon Peterson, a dry and digressive but informative book about the history of TRPGs, something of a slog; The Glass Hotel by Emily St. John Mandel, one of them literary books where things happen in whatever order the author chooses to tell you about them until the author chooses to stop telling you about them, nothing so old-fashioned as an actual protagonist just some POV characters, nothing so prosaic as either an instigating event or a detectable climax; A People's History of the Vampire Uprising by Raymond A. Villareal, a novel that fails to convince on any level--science or character or event--and manages to miss "kalaidoscope" and land on "fragmented" by creative abuse of epistolary form, bailed out after like 150 pages of like 400.