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I meant to talk about this several days ago, but alas, I was distracted by the lure of holding forth on various television shows. I finally got my hands on Keith R.A. DeCandido's latest Supernatural tie-in, Bone Key. I say finally because neither Borders nor Waldenbooks carried it, and I had to hit the Barnes and Noble at the run-down mall in town to find it. Bastards. Between this game of book scavenger hunt and Best Buy not stocking Metallica's latest release the day it came out, I can't help but wonder if the retail world is being run by meth-addled monkeys with boner-induced hypoxia.
Oh, dear. I'm straying far afield from my intended topic. That happens when I'm recovering from a morning on city public transit. It's frightening, being strapped down like cheap cargo while a nicotine-jonesing bus driver hurtles through waddling city traffic full of stoned college students and self-important bureaucrats, and being frightened makes me logy and tired. I suspect it's all that white-knuckled clutching.
( Book Review: Bone Key, by Keith R.A. DeCandido--SPOILERS )
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Oh, dear. I'm straying far afield from my intended topic. That happens when I'm recovering from a morning on city public transit. It's frightening, being strapped down like cheap cargo while a nicotine-jonesing bus driver hurtles through waddling city traffic full of stoned college students and self-important bureaucrats, and being frightened makes me logy and tired. I suspect it's all that white-knuckled clutching.
( Book Review: Bone Key, by Keith R.A. DeCandido--SPOILERS )
B+
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