Even the most fecund soil needs to lie fallow on occasion (fecund being the most polite euphemism I can think of for Tim LaHaye's theological politics and Jerry Jenkins' storytelling), so, while it pains me to see the Bruce Dies and Double Wedding countdowns stalled in one place, I'm going to take a bit of a mini-vacation from Tribulation Force Mondays, returning to the topic with refreshed eyes and a refreshed tolerance for terrible, terrible prose.
So we'll be picking up our survey of the World's Worst Books on Sept. 6. Apart from the TF posts, the regular irregular blogging here should continue as usual.
But don't worry — Tribulation Force will be just as bad when we resume reading it in September. Maybe even worse, actually.
Anyway, thanks for your patience, sorry for the inconvenience, thanks, sorry, sorry, thanks, etc.