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Sébastien Ferrand sferrand — Must read right away!! And the rest of hers! And the other Irish Book Awards winners!! Now! My definition of Irish (in place of anything to do with Catholocism and/or alcohol): smiling eyes, smart wit, and literary superiority. And Anne, in case you read this, I'm sure you share all three with me! Given that, I hope you don't mind what I'm going to say: I don't want to continue reading this. I stopped once, read some more, and now am really stopping. I feel when reading this like I'm lying in a bed wrapped in sheets like a mummy, and I keep getting turned this way and that, and I'm the movie I'm supposed to be watch keeps being not at all in view due to how I'm moved. I'm sure there's a great story here, I just can't ever get enough of a glimpse of it to fully enjoy it. Plus, there's touches of oddity almost ala Gertrude Stein, only negative (so weird!), like this: "This was the place where I existed - in the smell that drifted from the top of a pool of champagne -- beside which, even Liam's clothes felt loud. What does that mean??? Is she saying she was so drunk from the smell that her hangover was so intense that the clothing made a loud sound?? Come on, that's just too much. I need a little more exposition and a little less sensationalism than that. I don't revel in alcoholia sufficiently to be there with that. And then the casual, near constant involvement of men's genitalia also gets old. I mean, it's not written to be exciting or fun, it's written to be banal and almost quietly loathsome. Plus, it is nearly constant. I think that's to do with the sexual crime(s) that are at the core of this narrative. This just isn't my time for all that I don't think.

Eder Joffre ederjordis5e04 — An American oil company drilling near Oslo finds a body in the ice. They give it to a Russian doctor who's been experimenting with cryogenics, and lo and behold! He manages to bring the human ice cube back to life. The mystery man remains in a semi-comatose state for days, muttering in a language that no one can identify until tapes are sent to a nun at a nearby convent. It's Latin! OMG THE GUY IS A ROMAN GLADIATOR REVIVED CENTURIES AFTER HIS DEATH! As you can probably guess, the plot is the main focus of this book, and for the most part it's wicked fun, moving at a very fast clip toward the part I was really waiting for: Lucius Aurelius Eugenianus' introduction to the modern world (which, since this book was written in the '70s, actually seems amusingly unmodern in a lot of ways). Unfortunately, just as we were getting to the good stuff, the story gets a little bogged down with a sideline about the oil company's machinations. Further, the characters are much more of the servicable type than the kind that leap off the pages, and there are several moments that just seem...off, like when the guy who found the body, Lew, finally "finds the balls" to chew out his ungrateful wife and daughter. I think this is supposed to be a heroic moment, but he just sounds like Alec Baldwin indulging in answering machine rage. All in all, this was a fun read, but far from a great one. If I'd been alive in the '70s, I bet I would have enjoyed reading it on a plane.

Amaory Portorreal _maory_ortorreal — dirka dirka Jihad

Ernest Perez sweetsnake — A fun read, primarily about being a new mom, working in television, and being a feminist. I guffawed a couple of times. (Oops, I did NOT listen to the audio, I read a hardcover book.)

Mohammed Raafat _ohammed_aafat — Not as good as Magic or Madness, but good enough that I'll finish the trilogy.