(Adults Only. Make that Adult Males Only)
This book is what I like to call a "work-producing" book. It was so bad that I put off reading it. I looked for things to do around the house instead of finishing it. How bad was it? I painted my back porches, did all the laundry in the house, made some raspberry vinegar, found 3 bags of clothes that no longer fit hiding in my closet, repaired cracks in the drywall, and cleaned out and decorated the guest bedroom. Oh, yeah-and learned to knit. And then knitted a shawl and baby afghan.
I was still looking for other things to do but wanted to get finished so I could start reading again.
What's it about? As far as I can figure, there are these two guys who REALLY like car crashes--watching them, driving around looking for them, being in them. That's about it. Bloody, bizarre and uncomfortable.
I feel better now that it's finished--on to a better book!
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