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324 pages, Paperback
First published March 1, 2011









Every night I went somewhere new and pretended to be someone else—someone interesting—[…]You don't say. Really?
But the burning man falling from the sky pulled me from my faraway world.
He was more than on fire. He was fire.And what's the difference? Bho, the author doesn't tell. To me, he looked just like a man on fire.
(...) but it was his eyes that caused me to suck in my breathOk. Reality check here: 1. he's burning; 2. he's falling from the sky; 3. you are looking at him through a window; 4. you are on the bed, supposedly at some distance from said window. How the fuck can you discern something about his eyes!?
I leaned farther into the window, the glass surprisingly warm from his brush past it.Do you know what it takes to warm a pane of glass at a distance, say to increase it of 1°C (and you can't even perceive so small an increase)? It takes a fucking lot. Not just some miserable guy on fire falling from the sky and incidentally passing near the window for two seconds. If you haven't the common sense to guess that, do your research.
He rattled and spoke his last words. “Worth … the … fall.”Oh, because she is so beautiful and speshul that it was worth it to fucking be set on fire and be thrown from who knows what highness to precipitate on her fucking garden.



