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"I want to buy a gator head, but I also want to buy wind chimes, and I don't want to make two stops."

Zero children? I like the sound of Cassadaga, Florida!

I would not pay $23 for a sponge.

OF COURSE the author felt it necessary to share his religious beliefs in a chapter about the Skunk Ape.

I'm ready for the twist at the climax.

I have been trying to read this book for weeks. I found it hard to get into, but it's growing on me.

Reading the other reviews ruined this book for me.

Sconces! Conches! Conch sconces! I believe I am suffering from sleep deprivation.

Not sure why so many people love dim lighting. It makes me depressed. I do agree that flowers, pleasant scents, and the absence of piles of junk mail make for a good first impression.

"Your entry...[is] the mood-setter for your home. Mine suggests "rustic serial killer/industrial serial killer fusion." :( I was going for more of a farmhouse/mid-century atomic look. :/

A bench or demilune table with storage would be good options for my entryway.

I am saddened to see my fellow millennials so eager to revel in everything that was ghastly about the '80s and '90s.

I suspect that the covers of this duology may be actual wallpaper! These are not trade paperbacks you can read in the bathtub. The tone of the text is disarmingly conversational😊

They got it on on his desk.

"I enjoyed your seething immensely." Rotfl!

I don't believe in love at first sight. Physical attraction, yes, but not love.

The main characters in this book seem like caricatures of Johnny Bravo and the unimpressed women he hit on. At least Pietro doesn't live w his mom. Spoiler alert: Pietro and his sister live together.

I HAD to google "Victorian traveling dress!" 👗

Italy sounds like the Florida Keys, but with hills.

This would’ve been a good series to read chronologically starting with “Marine Force Recon.” I’m seriously considering reading the series in order

“CJ’s husky voice flowed over him like warm chocolate, oozing into every one of his pores.” —page 26. Better writing than either of the Harli Rom Sus books I sampled earlier this month

Very, very good so far. Reminds me of Debra Webb’s “Witness Protection Widow” with subtle notes of “Kill Bill”

Not the time, the place, his truck, a school zone ugh, how I wanted to mark that insipid passage with a booger, one of those really sharp boogers that wrap themselves insidiously around a shed winter nose hair. The best laid plans of mice and men...

Kadrian, Kdamian, Kchucky, Kjason, Be evil, little imperiled unborn. (Apologies to the lucky 🍀 ppl who are not doing a real time read along lol)

Idk what country song is referenced here and I don’t care. The Devil went down to a spinster flat, looking for some tiiiiiiiime to waste...Loud washing machine solo! Woo!

She didn’t want to grope him on the couch in his house. She wanted to sit on his lap and distract him with her fan dance as he drove 105 mph on the sidewalk. The irony of Stephen King’s Thinner was lost as they ran over Carla Cassidy, Regan Black, Jessica Lemmon and E.L. James

Ten years later: “Lovely dinner, Maddy, dear,” said Flint as she placed the arsenic-laced cat food and Pop Tart sandwich in front of him. He and FJ and the other eleven young ‘uns were staring at their phones. Bon appetit

His loins burned for her as she stroked them while he was driving, his green eyes rolled back in pleasure as he ran over thirty-seven pedestrians, a prize-winning Palomino, and a little redheaded kid on a Big Wheel.

Gee, I’m upset that Maddy won’t know whether to get Riddler or Ursula c—p. And that Flint is noncompliant with his medication for his injuries sustained mistreating animals