Books are and will always be my refuge from reality. The idea that therein lies within the pages of even the most dilapidated book a power to conjure universes you hardly imagined is a wonderful feeling.
Horrible. I had planned to write a page or two of venomous review but on second thought, this apology of an novel deserves a review worth the same degree of effort as the author's skill at writing a novel. Four lines is all I could muster, go figure.