Police Chief Raymer is still trying to come to terms with the death of his wife Becka some months before. Sully has some bad medical news. There's smelly yellow gunk coming out of the ground. Great story!
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"You probably just remind her of someone," one nurse speculated, to which Sully replied, "Yeah, but the person I remind her of is me."
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"narrative disruptions," -- I think I may be having those, too!
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"...And of course I'm armed. People do respect that, especially in a Negro male." -- The whole paragraph is even better!
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He'd worn briefs his whole life until he disrobed in front of Becka that first time and she'd reacted to them with startled revulsion. "Well," she said, "that's going to have to change."
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He didn't know much about cobras, but he was pretty sure they didn't have three eyes.
Raymer wondered if maybe the time had come to walk away from such grizzly details. -- Grisly?
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...he himself had met such a grizzly end... -- Grisly?
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...so she wouldn't see the grizzly photo... -- Grisly?
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"Well, once you're shut of him, we can start a headlong romance of our own." He was enjoying himself now, she could tell. "Maybe try holding hands or something."
Ned recounts the history of his relationship with his adventurous father in Mohawk, New York. Very good story, but took a long time to read.
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He was from the western half of Pennsylvania, "practically Ohio," and you couldn't grow up that close to Ohio with being Ohio. Ohio was that pervasive. Next to Iowa, she couldn't think of a worse influence. --page 309
Harry Silver ferryies a woman and to men to the not-a-planet of Maracanda where things are not always what one would expect. LATER: Whats with the typos?
I did not have high hopes for a teen book about bridge, but I trusted the author, read it, and liked it VERY much! The possibly overwhelming stuff about bridge is marked with a whale symbol so you can skip over it. An excellent idea! I almost want to try playing bridge, now. Almost!
Author goes to juvenile detention facility for mostly murderers, teaches a writing class. Non-fiction. I liked the talking-parts, but not the student writing parts. It's just me, I guess.
Shelly House is over a hundred years old. Once a mansion, now divided into apartments, or "flats", as the Brits will call them. A motley assortment of people live there, mostly not getting along very well. An assault occurs, suspects are listed, but everything is cleared up by the end. Except the death of Marge!
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The siren had stopped but the blue light was still revolving, its fluorescent rays so dazzling that she was forced to close her eyes. -- "Fluorescent"??
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Tomasz had found her [Princess] in the end -- But what about Marge??
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"But you no longer have a car." -- Finally!! But is Marge dead??
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"Hello, Dotty." -- Well, that brings back some memories for me.
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"Are you doing dauphinoise potatoes with the stew?" -- Didn't someone just mention those potatoes to me? Ha ha!