Despair and Hope for Christmas

I dipped into the book three times reading two pages each time. My heart was racing. I felt like crying, maybe being sick. I was scared. Harrowing, I think, is the word I need to use here. What book was it? I can’t say. I got it for my sister for Christmas. And on the off chance she’s reading this, you know, ruined surprises and all.

Anyway, I’m sure you all will be able to guess what the book is. The author’s old. He likes cowboys. And violence. Critically acclaimed this year. See? Easy. But wow. What a read.

I’ve wanted to read this mystery author’s work for a while now. Specifically the older book of his that shares the same initials as, um, Bowel Movement. I understand that this current book of his is sort of out of line with the rest of his work, in style alone, not thematically. I think I’d like to read everything he’s written.

This book: Buy it. Read it. I know I’m going to.