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Finished:
The Butcher Boy, by Patrick McCabe: It ruled.
The Upright Man, by Michael Marshall. It ruled, too.
The Trial, by Franz Kafka. It ruled, but the translation sucked ass.
Currently reading:
Kafka on the Shore, by Haruki Murakami. It's rulin.
A Prayer for the Dying, by Stewart O'Nan. It's...okay. It might get brilliant, though.
The Straw Men, by Michael Marshall, of which the Upright Man is the sequel to. It's rockin' like Dokken.
Also reading The Bone Collector by Jeffrey Deaver. The man can write a fast-paced thriller, let me tell you. It leaves me breathless. It ain't brilliant, and sure ain't lyrical writing...it just moves faster than a trashy prom dress spilled with wine coolers.
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A thousand cups of wine do not suffice when true friends meet, but half a sentence is too much when there is no meeting of minds.
--Chinese proverb
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