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- Print Length: 777 pagesPublished May 30th 2014ASIN B00KOR46U4Edition language English
Apparently, my five-year impersonation of an angry psychopath made everyone assume that I was also a lush.Duncan Cole - Eccentric. Bizarre. Awkward. A madman really. And yet . . .
A slight flush found his cheekbones as his lips slid into a lazy grin that looked to be composed of trouble and plans to inflict it. He actually started to bother me.Sam Carson - Honestly? I loved him from the beginning. Was so angry with him somewhere in the middle. By the end? He was my hero.
Dan Cartwright - Pull your ginger head out of that... Oh sorry, you can't. Roller skates, carpetbags and whores? Dan, Dan, Dan you do surprise me.
Calvin Cartwright - Oh Calvin, you really are the backbone of this story, aren't you. Or, er, maybe not. I'm not really sure what makes you tick, but without question, you are the most destable-loveable dead guy and I am besotted.
In which we meet Duncan: professional nobody who presents himself to the public as a scowling, smoking pile of contempt. Against his will, he meets Sam: a less than professional coal miner who inspires the worst in men. Together they take on one malicious train and a most insidious re-animator, and along the way Duncan remembers a few things that he’d previously forgotten.
To survive he becomes reclusive. He is determined to never leave his home again, even if that home and, in fact, all the structures built above it are determined to collapse upon his head.
Ah, such is life in Crush, the whimsically-perverse town that only the writer, S. K. Hart could create.
The smell of freshly brewed coffee confused the hell out of me. I had refused to fill the machine because I didn't want to hear any comments from my coffee pot, the little bitch.
All of that should be enough to entertain the most ambiguous of readers, but just you wait! You haven't really met Dan or his shockingly delightful brother, Calvin yet. Dan is something of, ahem, carpetbagger and Calvin is . . . unlike anything. Ever. Heh, and you thought Duncan was cranky. Yes, yes, yes, just you wait. Or better yet, don't.
That book had his undivided attention, and that made me flush because that book also happened to be one of the few things in the house that proved I was more than an angry hobo who chewed his coffee and fixed clocks.If you crave, no, if you beg for, lust after, have an aching need for snark, wit, off-beat humor and wise-assed sarcasm then this is your book. In fact, it's nearly two books in length. And, like I said, I could've quoted a myriad of lines. It's that good. Just one after the next.
I do have to say that this author uses and indulgent amount of words– this is not news to her–and I have to say that that is usually something that frustrates me, but not here. I tried to figure why that is early in the book and all I can figure is that it must have something to do with the ridiculous, constant smile on my face.
I'm glad I took my time with this, because I got to spend so much time in Duncan's/Calvin's world and if I have any luck at all I'll get invited back in at some point.
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