How you make it--you freeze the layers separately. Okay? Freeze one. Add the next. Freeze it. Add the third. Freeze it. Look up terrines for more details.
Not that I have ever been a huge reader of fiction. Most of my books are either history or cooking. When I got the Nook, I read a lot of fiction. Since I like Chinese food and I've never gotten the whole bit about you eat it and an hour later you're still hungry quip, I won't say it's all been like Chinese food but I will say it's been unsatisfying. It's like when you are invited to a party at dinnertime and they only serve appetizers but no dinner.
You waste hours and then you still have to forage for sustenance.
I think some current books are like tapas. You go to the tapas bar and you eat all appetizers and that is the meal. And unlike me, this does satisfy a lot of people.
My pal in England sent me a novel a couple weeks ago--the sort that couldn't be published here because it's not formulaic enough. Do we give readers what they want or do they come to want what we give them?
I just realized something. I don't think I've been to the library since I got the Nook. Worse, I don't foresee going back to the library. The library is so inconvenient. You have to go there. If you don't have anything else to do and it's not a 30 mile round trip with gas at $4 a gallon, then the library is a deal. Otherwise not so much. Then they punish you if you can't drive because of a snowstorm or something. Ten cents a day. Oh keep the darn books. I think I'll just read my way through the classics I missed earlier.
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