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on 1Q84

I picked up 1Q84 by Haruki Murakami over a year ago at the suggestion of one of my followers. I started strong, a bit underwhelmed, critical and disappointed in the style and narrative choices. When I reached the chapter where … Continue reading

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Silver – stanza 1.2

The horror of the evening still rings in my Ears like a huge stack of speakers blared A heavy metal three chord blistering set Hard against a sensitive child asleep Moments – the silent pause as the men fell The … Continue reading

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Pretentious

I will read a novel simply because someone in a review called it “pretentious.” For the most part, that is the label a dull person will attach to a great novel.

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Offensive

When I was in law school, I took the required legal ethics class. Our professor was an excited, passionate man who made his living defending lawyers accused of ethical violations. He frequently yelled and went off in rage but it … Continue reading

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unqualified and arrogant

I was not looking forward to work, on that particular day. For about a year, Michelle had headed up our office. It had been a good year. Before her, Big Joe had been our boss. That year sucked. Who would … Continue reading

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feel casual

Theresa picked up her purse and dusted a few blades of grass from the red pattern embossed on the back of her thighs. She shook her head as she glanced at the men on the bench and started up the … Continue reading

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pale blue volume

Theresa watched the man beneath the oak as he turned a page of his book, wondering what he was reading. The book was cloth bound, no dust cover, just a pale blue volume with a glimmer of gold embossing. Theresa … Continue reading

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