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Favorite Quotes:

The key to beating any hangover is not to underestimate it. Unzipping my backpack, I pull out a two-litre bottle of Evian and four ibuprofens. Agua mineral and anti-inflammatories– the breakfast of champions.

But what he lacks in maturity, he makes up for in waist circumference. I’m not saying he’s obese, but he cut his finger once and camembert oozed out.

You’re jealous coz your manhood’s so small women call it a childhood.

He sits, picking at his cuticles, looking about as comfortable as a teenager at his own parents’ sex therapy session.

She’s what Noz calls a T-rex in a tux– deep pockets, short arms.

I’m far less confident about hauling myself up solo like a marine these days. I’m no Commando– the only way I’ll earn that title is if my pants are caught on the way in and ripped clean off.

He said we should start going running together, and I laughed so hard I almost choked on my doughnut.

My Review:

Tam Barnett is a wily scribbler. He has mastered an ingenious balance between intriguing yet heinous family drama and witty dark humor. I gleefully devoured this original and authentic tale, which cleverly and deftly traversed multiple social issues, although Mr. Barnett’s emotive writing broke my heart several times during my perusal. The man has mad skills.