Plus, it’s only a couple of minutes away from my building. And by gym, I mean two treadmills, an elliptical, and a few weight machines. Sure, I don’t play, but it’s nice to know that I could. Here comes a heart attack before 30.ĭon’t get me wrong. But when I’m in the alleged comfort of my own home, and I can hear the bass of every little thing coming through a shared wall? Well. When someone hands me a receipt, I always wish them a good day. It’s the shared walls that really chap my ass. You’re afraid to nail something into the wall, because they’ll try to charge you twenty bucks for the toothpaste they’ll fill the hole with. The author does not condone, encourage, or suggest involvement of piracy in any means except as a fictional plot device. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. Any person depicted in the licensed material, if any, is a model. The licensed material is being used for illustrative purposes only. The cover of this book features licensed material from momentimages/Getty Images. Her Ticklish Side By Devlin Lucas Copyright 2012 Devlin Lucas Smashwords Edition
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She learned to make gingerbread from her mother, Margot, and bakes it over and over again for her daughter, Perdita, who longs obsessively for it even after she’s diagnosed with celiac disease. What happens next is beside the point.īut in brief: Our chief gingerbread maker is Harriet Lee. To appreciate it is to read it more for those descriptions, for Oyeyemi’s shivery imagery and turns of phrase, than to find out what happens next. 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Trying to describe the plot of Gingerbread, the latest novel from Helen Oyeyemi, is a fool’s errand. Though it’s an entertaining package, For Your Eyes Only doesn’t offer anything particularly memorable. The Hildebrand Rarity ranks a close second but here, Bond does indeed get his hands dirty, and bloody. There’s not a bad yarn in thus bunch, but it’s Quantum of Solace that deserves the most acclaim a story that doesn’t have Bond get out of his chair! 007 is told the tale of a failed marriage and just as the reader assumes Fleming is leading us down a well-trodden path, he offers an impactful, emotive twist, immediately making it the highlight. Ian Fleming’s occasionally stilted prose is perfect for these quickly-digested short stories, and in fact he finds room for experimentation a spin on the formula that had served him so well up until this point. And James Bond does his duty diligently every time he is called upon by Her Majesty. 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