5 Pretzels. Hey, gang, it’s been a minute. I haven’t blogged in a minute, but not following your own arbitrary blog schedule is not a crime. I know that because I just finished taking a law class. Finished yesterday, as a matter of fact. Let’s get into this blog, shall we? For book club thisContinue reading “Cameron Post: A Review”
Millicent and her husband have a great relationship. He’s a tennis pro, she’s a realtor, they and their two children are living the organic, grassfed, phone-free dinner life due to Millicent’s dope house management skills. She really is lovely. But, as you’ve probably guessed, things are not what they seem
Jane as a person bugs the hell out of me, Edward is whatever, I don’t care about his ward, or any of the cousins. The only person I have any time for is Bertha Rochester.
Look, as a whole, 2020 was a blazing dumpster fire. But I did get in some awesome reads, so there’s that. I read a whopping 89 books this year. Let’s take a look at some of my favorites. Turn the Page Berk Clerb My book club makes dope decisions and 2020 was no exception. MiddlesexContinue reading “The Best of 2020”
0 Pretzels. After the testicle song, I kinda lost my appetite. That’s right. We’re ringing in the new year with a testicle song. I’d feel bad that the guy only had one, but he’s a Nazi, so does anyone even care? No. No one cares about Nazi balls. Look, when I realized we were actuallyContinue reading “A Separate Peace of Shit or Frank Hardy and the Mystery of What Exactly Happened in that Goddamn Tree”
It’s the 1970s. Patty Hearst has been abducted. In Washington state, College age women are disappearing. Ernt (Yep. That’s a name.) has just returned from Vietnam. He lives in Seattle with his wife and daughter, Cora and Leni respectively. Ernt, like a lot of POWs, has some issues. He struggles to hold down and job and his growing more and more paranoid. So he moves his family to Alaska!
2 Pretzels At the Water’s Edge, Sara Gruen Hey, Fort Smithians, Smoky Lynx here, and I have the most unimportant news ever. I read a book about privileged rich kids and, boy, was it only mildly entertaining. While the book opens with a scene set in Scotland, a woman who has just lost her child gettingContinue reading “At the Water’s Edge: A Review”
Lookie here, a few weeks ago, I started a new job that is 1000% centered around numbers. Now, I didn’t go to school for math, so it’s taking every last bit of my brain power. The result is, I’m not reading as much as I did when I was on full blown lock down. I’mContinue reading “My Brain is Barren Wasteland”
Patrick Kenzie is everything I want in a detective: smart, kind of a dick, and flawed as hell. He skirts the line between law abiding citizen and criminal. And, if I ever go missing, I would want him looking for me. He is relentless.
Murder galore, stalkers, creeps, a century old mystery. On the Street Where You Live had the makings of a great mystery. Instead, it was a real let down.