Oh man...*dies laughing* I love your rants. So much. They make me almost want to read the book just so I can see all that is bad of it and make fun of it.
Note the "almost."
(and by "almost" I mean, "hahahleiknothebookwouldmakemybrainbleed")
...I need to send you a copy of Murder Duet.
Its narrow streets were jammed with lines of cars, their impatient drivers shouting and impotently shaking their fists. Yet he was moved time and again to see how even now, on every holiday eve (especially Rosh Hashana, Passover, and Shavuoth, but also on Friday evenings, and if only for a few hours, until darkness fell), sudden peace and quiet would reign, utter calm after all the commotion and vociferousness...
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Oh man...*dies laughing* I love your rants. So much. They make me almost want to read the book just so I can see all that is bad of it and make fun of it.
Note the "almost."
(and by "almost" I mean, "hahahleiknothebookwouldmakemybrainbleed")
...I need to send you a copy of Murder Duet.
Its narrow streets were jammed with lines of cars, their impatient drivers shouting and impotently shaking their fists. Yet he was moved time and again to see how even now, on every holiday eve (especially Rosh Hashana, Passover, and Shavuoth, but also on Friday evenings, and if only for a few hours, until darkness fell), sudden peace and quiet would reign, utter calm after all the commotion and vociferousness...