Milly Houstova Houstova itibaren Boltons, Cumbria CA7, Regatul Unit al Marii Britanii şi Irlandei de Nord itibaren Boltons, Cumbria CA7, Regatul Unit al Marii Britanii şi Irlandei de Nord

I'm Laughing For All Of The Wrong Reasons We all know that I think Jan Irving's Uncommon Cowboys series is the best Grade A Crack-Attack material out there. We know that... BUT, and oh is that a big but, in the background, skulking around, is Joyee Flynn's body of work. If Joyee's Flynn's stories were manifested as a person they would be that twitchy, itchy, skinny guy that whispers at you from dark alleyways, saying things like "Hey, man, my stuff is goooood stuff, man. Come on, the first taste is free." And, like the addict I am, I went into the alleyway and tried that twitchy, itchy, skinny guy's stuff. It was not good stuff. No, it was not good stuff at all but (and oh, that's another big but) I kept going back. This series, and this book in particular, is like shooting up a Joyee Flynn 8-ball. I laughed my ever-lovin' ass off right before I OD'd. Caleb is a big, supposedly tough warrior who cries every time there's a breeze. He travels to Ireland to help out his warrior friend and it's in Ireland that Caleb meets his mates, Liam and Lorcan. Twins. Here's the thing, it's not really the premise of the story alone that matters. It's not only the fact that Caleb hooks up with two twinky twins. It's not just the way Caleb hides and sobs all the time like a little boy who gets his lunch money stolen everyday by the school bully who he happens to have a crush on. It's not even the fact that Caleb's past comes out of left field and smacks you in the face with a big WTF. No, it's not just all of those things. It's all of those things PLUS the absolutely, positively, horriffically bastardized abomination of an Irish accent that Liam and Lorcan have. It's Irish ebonics. There's no other way to describe it. Irish ebonics. "Ye be bein' me that be bein' ye that he be bein' with ye and me." Oh. Man. This book actually broke me I think and, unlike with Jan Irving's stuff, I can't recommend these stories. I can't. I'm going to stay away from that twitchy, itchy, skinny guy and his stuff. Take my word for it when I say that you should too.