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The words above are the descriptors on the cover of Lost Girls—each one deserved whole-heartedly. Lost Girls is an incredibly well-crafted whodunit—opening hearts + minds to the perils of sex-trade-workers. The book is disconcerting. I picked it up because 100 Notable Books virtually screams out: MUST READ!
I began to read. I was captivated. The praise is accurate—however, at about the half-way mark, my mind wandered—why am I reading this book?
I know the ending “unsolved.” The more I read, the more I felt like I had stepped into an episode of Dateline or 48 Hours. The more I read, the sadder I became. The thing is: on the one hand, as much as shedding light on the tragedies that befell the lost women (girls) in the story as they all struggled to find love—and survive their at-times crappy life cards, is important. On the other, there is already enough noise and heartbreak in the world—carrying the weight of more—I am not sure if it is healthy. The news bombards us with misery 24/7—if you do not find a way to turn it off.
In that spirit: who’s the audience for this horrifically disturbing story—I am not sure—because with the last word read and the book closing, I felt a darkness I had never felt before.
I began to read. I was captivated. The praise is accurate—however, at about the half-way mark, my mind wandered—why am I reading this book?
I know the ending “unsolved.” The more I read, the more I felt like I had stepped into an episode of Dateline or 48 Hours. The more I read, the sadder I became. The thing is: on the one hand, as much as shedding light on the tragedies that befell the lost women (girls) in the story as they all struggled to find love—and survive their at-times crappy life cards, is important. On the other, there is already enough noise and heartbreak in the world—carrying the weight of more—I am not sure if it is healthy. The news bombards us with misery 24/7—if you do not find a way to turn it off.
In that spirit: who’s the audience for this horrifically disturbing story—I am not sure—because with the last word read and the book closing, I felt a darkness I had never felt before.
Review, coming soon, really soon, no really; I wouldn’t lie. Not that you'd have a reason to doubt my words.
Do you doubt them?
Just so you know they are not really my words. I didn't invent them. We can all use them. So, wait a second, do a push-up, just one. That's weird. I’m not going to do it... okay. Ready, go... no I won't. The review is coming...
I'm filling spereouces. I just invented that word. It is pronounced: sper - owe - sis.
It means: I haven't decided yet. It was my way to avoid dropping and giving you one. Review coming soon. Review coming soon. Review coming soon.
Maybe, I've lost the smart George (Saunders – The Tenth of December) inspired me to find.
Maybe, I haven't.
Maybe, I've never had it.
I did, bump my head 3-times in the past 24-hours. Pavlov was following me. After my head, my shin took a bit of a beating.
I swore like a spereouces mutant.
You may have figured, probably not; I don't like the pages of my website to be unbalanced. If you did, what are you on; and more important, why have you read this far on a review of a yet to be read book, about fitness?
I'm looking forward to reading THE BIG BOOK OF. I hope it suggests tripping down to the BIG SUPPLEMENT STORE and buying a couple of ounces of WHEY or some muscle building shit.
When I do... well, wouldn't you... like to... I mean really like to...
Maybe a Semplica Girl could tag along with me. Maybe, my favourite word it seems, she would fall in love with me. Too bad for her, I'm already in love.
Anyway, I'm going to ask MR. SUPPLEMENT to put my powder in the LARGEST CONTAINER possible.
Do you doubt them?
Just so you know they are not really my words. I didn't invent them. We can all use them. So, wait a second, do a push-up, just one. That's weird. I’m not going to do it... okay. Ready, go... no I won't. The review is coming...
I'm filling spereouces. I just invented that word. It is pronounced: sper - owe - sis.
It means: I haven't decided yet. It was my way to avoid dropping and giving you one. Review coming soon. Review coming soon. Review coming soon.
Maybe, I've lost the smart George (Saunders – The Tenth of December) inspired me to find.
Maybe, I haven't.
Maybe, I've never had it.
I did, bump my head 3-times in the past 24-hours. Pavlov was following me. After my head, my shin took a bit of a beating.
I swore like a spereouces mutant.
You may have figured, probably not; I don't like the pages of my website to be unbalanced. If you did, what are you on; and more important, why have you read this far on a review of a yet to be read book, about fitness?
I'm looking forward to reading THE BIG BOOK OF. I hope it suggests tripping down to the BIG SUPPLEMENT STORE and buying a couple of ounces of WHEY or some muscle building shit.
When I do... well, wouldn't you... like to... I mean really like to...
Maybe a Semplica Girl could tag along with me. Maybe, my favourite word it seems, she would fall in love with me. Too bad for her, I'm already in love.
Anyway, I'm going to ask MR. SUPPLEMENT to put my powder in the LARGEST CONTAINER possible.