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Originally Posted by Irish Rover
Boomer - I'm a Hiaasen fan too and look forward to his books but this one got a ho hum review from the local paper. Give us your opinion after reading it, Thanks IR
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Hi Irish,
I will.
I started it tonight and at first I thought I would not get hooked like I usually do with Carl. I think that was probably because I harbor such disgust for those stupid starlets who booze, pill-pop, puke, and melt down their way into the headlines. (I finally ditched MSN as my opening page because somebody who works there decided that's the kind of stuff that needed to be front and center every day because I, the reader, must surely be a moron.) But I digress....back to the book now.....
The first chapter was like what we see paraded every day in reality. Those bimbos are walking-talking-breathing satires on themselves so when Carl introduces the character who is one, I guess it might not have been easy for him to pick up that edge that makes perfect satire.
But I understood and I forgave Carl and read on.
And I soon found that Carl deserved my forgiveness because Skink shows up early in the book.
Here's Skink.......
"The stranger had to be well into his sixties, with crinkled skin as brown as cured leather. He had one gleaming eye and a cracked fake that sat somewhat at odds with the form of its socket. On his bald pate he wore a flimsy diaphanous shower cap from which protruded two silvery braids, each strung with red and green shotgun shells"........
All us Carl fans know Skink. The ex-governor of Florida who lives in the swamp and eats roadkill. And has a way of making some things....well....making some things right.
So anyway, I am ready to start Chapter 6 now.
Boomer