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4.0 out of 5 stars
Immovable Objects, June 26, 2007
This review is from: Immovable Objects (Family Secrets: The Next Generation) (Mass Market Paperback)
Getting past the images of the previous "review", This book is part of the "Family Secrets" series from Silhouette. Here is part of the burb from the back cover.
'Subject: Telekinetic Elizabeth.......Relishing her newfound freedom from a donineering brother, Elizabeth wants to only control her destiny, her power, her heart. Like a bird set loose she test her wings....and so she finds here billionaire ...has trouble from some one from her past.
Tag line is "No One is Alone". Not the strongest story in the series but it does move the series along.
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5 of 20 people found the following review helpful:
3.0 out of 5 stars
There Before the Grace of Dog Go I, March 20, 2005
This review is from: Immovable Objects (Family Secrets: The Next Generation) (Mass Market Paperback)
This book could be, in some quarters, considered really, very strange. I mean "El Weirdo" deluxe. Imagine a Ukrainian Larry "Bud" Melman, in Flamenco drag, singing Social Distortion covers and serving margaritas at a tribunal in The Hague. You'll be no closer to understanding the book, but it's a great way to relax.
My best friend's grandmother once made us a lunch of pimento cheese sandwiches and hot dogs baked in grape jelly, which we tried to eat on a merry-go-round spinning wildly out of control in what was (I think) Missouri. Not only did that not prepare me for this book (although it is a possible interpretation of the sub-plot), it also was a terrible way to relax. That episode can't even compare to the first 4 lines of this book. It's that strange.
It's so weird that it's like... well; it's like trying to make out with your dog. Now, I don't mean "make out" as in, "kiss." Kissing your dog is unsanitary, sure, but not that weird. No, I'm talking about full-on making out and meaning it. Imagine sidling up to a dog, who's stretched out in a nice patch of sunlight on the living room floor; slowly working your way into the embrace of those skinny, loving arms; looking that moist muzzle square on and really trying to make out. Imagine trying to get your tongue past those rubbery canine lips and really just working it around in your dog's mouth. That's the level of commitment we're talking about here.
And maybe you're still petting its nice coat and even though the dog is looking at you like, "what in God's name...", or maybe even kind of hesitantly licking you back (but not really reciprocally) you start to think, "Oh man, this could really work... we could really make a go of this: Dog and I." And you're really picking up the pace now and just mashing your face into your dogs and you don't even hear the barking at this point, because in your mind the dog and you are taking vows, and taking on the world in a stolen Karmann Ghia. You can feel discord unravel upon the road like thunder as the dog slams a paw to the pedal and just starts yapping like mad. You're riding the high, never realizing that one day you'll be selling out and having babies or dogs or whatever, who go to little league and you'll be arguing over taxes but still loving each other and partying too hard at birthdays to cover the shame that you feel for starting to look at other animals in the mall and late night trips to the pet store... and you know it will all end in tears but you just can't stop: you need the dog. You need this fiction, this fantasy, this make out session more than you've ever needed anything in your life. The lacerations on your face, the hairballs, the steaming acrid breath, it's everything you never let yourself want.
I mean, I'm freaking myself out a little bit here, but this is nothing compared to what you'll experience reading this thing. It's the bomb.
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