Been stalled by some stuff around the apartment. Turns out when I said I was taking a "me day" off of work, what my roommates heard was "Mike you have a day off. Do some work around the apartment."
Patrick let a man into his heart and has in the last few pages morphed into the Alexander bitch. He's bitten just about everyone in his life.
Let it sink in that he just rejected his sister's choice of partner, which left a gaping wound in her abdomen. She just doesn't know it yet. From the opening sequence, we do know he doesn't bother to try to redeem himself for at least a decade.
There's only so much i can take. If Wiley commits suicide or joins a monastery, PoY books go into the garage sale. I still keep Carson McCullers, but i don't read them. Hopefully that will expose someone new to the works of the brilliant Mr. Twist. I reserve the rights to buy future works. This is, after all, an obsession. To defend that, it is rare that we have the opportunity to watch a genius develop or to watch the world discover one.
He has also led us the the charming and talented Ms. DeClue and a few others. There is much hope in the new generations.