You’re goddamn right I’m still sitting at the same weathered wooden table in the back of Manhattan’s oldest bar where I just finished my first masterpiece At Night She Cries, While He Rides His Steed . The second I finished it, I started writing this one. I’m now 14 beers deep, and I’ve polished off an entire eight ball of yay. The phrase “everything in moderation” applies to everything except cocaine, booze, and prostitutes. If you haven’t read my last book then you probably won’t fucking understand anything in this book, so you should probably go buy that first and stop being poor. It’s fucking gross. Let’s get something straight, my life is so important that you should be grateful I’m even doing this. Seriously, do you know another motherfucker like me? Me neither. So let’s get down to brass, in the last book I told you that I was going to off myself after completing my life story. That still holds true. My trusty handgun is still loaded next to my Remington Rand typewriter that Hemingway pissed on, and you know the fucking bartender isn’t going to cut me off, so I’m going to sit here and keep writing my memoirs until I finish. To answer your question, no, I haven’t gotten up for bathroom breaks. I just piss on the floor.
I read this and never reviewed it. While clearing off my Currently Reading list I was like.... wait... I loved this book. Highly offensive but funny. You have been warned.
I highly recommend this and the first of this series for road trips with people who have the humor of a 13 year old boy.
If you liked the first one, you’ll love this book too. Before all the snowflakes and crusaders get on here and think they’re making some sort of stand for a movement, unbunch your collective panties. As the author pointed out, this is “aggressive comedy.”
Don’t take it too seriously, just enjoy its over the top absurdity. For example, a brawl with Abraham Lincoln. A nice brooch with General Robert E Lee (which is an old fashioned taint shave, obviously). And a very tasteful sex scene with Harriet Tubman!
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Much like the first one, knowing what you are getting into makes it enjoyable. Not a book for everyone. It was nice to hear of more shenanigans of Saint James Street James and catch up with some old friends from the first book.
At Night She Cries While He Rides His Steed was perfect. The greatest literary treasure of our time. Then his comes out. A sequel to the greatest book of all time? Yes please. Saint James Street James takes us in an adventure through the civil war and gives us all the amazing tales of sex, humor, and mayhem we came (hard) to expect from the original.
If you’re not reading At Night She Cries While He Rides His Steed And When Darkness Falls He Doesn’t Catch It.... I feel sorry for your father who raised a whiny little bitch instead of a real man.
Ohhh man!! I laughed so hard a few times that I had to put the book time and compose myself before continuing. Much like the first book, "At Night She Cries While He Rides His Steed," this is not a fantastic literary work of the modern day. It's a hilarious historical parody that deserves to be read if you like gross-out humor and foul language. Patterson eluded to another book in the closing pages of this one and I sincerely hope he wasn't teasing! These books are a riot!
Definitely not as good as the first one, still had its moments of absolute shock that made me laugh. Definitely similar to the show hell on wheels, even referenced in the book. Kind of not excited to read the last book because I felt like there didn't need to be 3 of theses but I have to finish it now that I'm almost done the series.
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Another wild ride, I actually liked this one more than the first. It felt like it had more story to it. My husband liked the first one better. So split reviews there. Super funny and shock value is there like always lol