Friday, January 03, 2014
"'Oh, Hugh,' she said, almost like an owl hooting." I sighed with the torments of the damned when I read that in THE GO-BETWEEN last night because you don't care about the fact that every book has an owl in it and you know what? Neither do I. But I'm like the captain of a ghost ship, doomed to sail over the same waters for eternity. Nor would you care about the one similarity this serious novel has to the zany movie WHAT'S UP DOC? so I'm not going to tell you what it is. Are we done here?