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Felicia Santos feliciasantos — Put down whatever you're reading and read this book. It's so good. It is a memoir that is divided into short little anecdotes, so you can read it in spurts if you want--but Thomas's prose is so good that I wanted this book to last forever.

Mikhail Naiko naikom — Even though this book is messy, it is amazing. This left me with the impression that artists were something like sacks. The only difference between the two is that when you get tangled up with a sack, you have to move it away with your hands; when you stumble over an artist, you kick him and he will move off by himself. We all know that in the past, when people killed a hog, they always inflated it first, and then used a primitive technique to remove its hair. There is also a saying that a dead hog is not afraid to be scalded by boiling water, which indicated stoicism. My uncle puffed himself up in order to show that he was a dead hog, unafraid of boiling water. When we really had nothing to say, we would talk about how the crickets from Wan An public cemetery were pretty good at fighting because they fed on dead people's flesh. I said, of course, crickets couldn't be tougher than rats no matter how good they were at fighting. The policeman said it's illegal to fight rats because they spread plague. Well, since it was illegal to fight rats, I shut my mouth. The moral of the story is: if you fear being killed, you can't be an artist. You can only be a physicist. As you know, I'm a novelist now, which is also considered a type of artist. But it's not that I'm no longer afraid of being killed--my mother has passed away and no one is threatening to kill me anymore. To be more specific, the garbage consisted of onionskins, eggshells, and all kinds of plastic bags, which smelled terrible. Everyone wanted it clean but felt whoever did the cleaning would be a sucker. I stopped thinking of her, except for occasionally thinking that she might still be thinking of me. Only when I got up the bank did I start pulling them off one by one and burning them. They turned soft and blistery in the fire. All of a sudden, I felt very frustrated and tired, nothing like a twenty-one-year-old. I realized I would get old quickly if things continued like this. The woman tied her up, starting from her hands and then running the rope over her neck and arms to make a knot. She apologized, I'm just hopeless at tying people up. A person had to accomplish a few things in life and this was one of them. After that she didn't have deep relationships with other people. It's no fun doing the same things over and over. Things that really happen have incomparable charm. Time stops right at the instant that he is about to start reading but hasn't. He didn't especially dislike women, nor did he especially like men. He just hated ugly things and liked beautiful things. When you want to give love, you're a man; when you want to receive love, you're a woman. There is nothing more unimportant than whether you're a man or woman. He said, as long and you yearn to be loved, beauty will come when you beckon.

Eunkyoung Yoo ruachyoof69c — I read Koontz in high school, so i don't remember enough of the plots to give them fair reviews. One day i might go back and read these novels; but for now, Mr Koontz gets the Agent Orange Star System.

Gaurav Toshniwal gauravtoshniwal — Been reading this for a while - got about 3/4 of the way through before losing the will to read anymore (will force myself to finish it one day). The edition I have has such a shocking number of spelling and grammatical errors it makes for a very tedious read - if fact the editing was so appalling that I started compiling a list of all the ridiculous mistakes to send to the publishers. That said the story is actually very good but it's hard to concentrate on that considering the above edition - I have no idea whether or not this issue is prominent in all editions of the books or not (if someone has another copy and could enlighten me I'd be grateful).