...as some of you suspected, yes indeedy: I threw myself on John Grisham's latest literary grenade and read Theodore Boone: The Abduction.
I'll post some additional gripes about it later, but for now, I'm still recovering.
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Brava. You deserve a stiff drink and a nice (unspoiled) dog.
Posted by: marjorie | 18 July 2011 at 09:46 AM
Did you lose a game of paper, rock, scissors?
Posted by: Doret | 18 July 2011 at 09:50 AM
Judge (the dog) doesn't ever eat dog food -- he only eats people food. So they order extra Chinese food for him, and when they have pancakes, he gets a plate of them (with some sausage links on the side).
I don't remember whether or not he gets syrup and butter.
Posted by: Leila | 18 July 2011 at 09:51 AM
@Doret: I'm just a masochist.
Posted by: Leila | 18 July 2011 at 09:54 AM
It sounds not just searingly awful, but actually enraging. Ick.
Posted by: CC | 18 July 2011 at 02:46 PM
By the last quarter, I was so very, very angry that I had to put it down every few pages and do some deep breathing.
And also rant to Josh.
And I know I wasn't just over-reacting, because he was horrified by some of the quotes I threw his way.
Posted by: Leila | 18 July 2011 at 02:56 PM
We want quotes! We want quotes! Of the aforementioned horrifying and rant-inducing nature, naturally. :)
Posted by: Angela H. | 18 July 2011 at 06:47 PM