Snag Onset Of Darkness At The End Of The Day Written By Clara Brooks Conveyed As Interactive EBook
Brooks has excelled herself with what is, for her, an outrageously witty, smart and perceptive satire.
Sure, she's not managed to excel anyone else here except perhaps the author of the work upon which this is a parodic intervention, but I thought it best to go a little bit easy on her in this review since she is, in fact, myself.
What ho! You may argue it's a little bit arrogantistical to be reviewing my own work and rating itno less, but I ask you, "Who else is going to" When you look inside yourself and find no answer then perhaps you'll understand the author's current dilemma she has no talent, no fans, and no reason to create such beautiful parodies if she may not at least indulge in her own whims.
Be aware that this is book is perfectly straight laced, You'll find no erotic vices here, quite the opposite, Furthermore it's also devoid of any intellectual aspiration whatsoever, But be aware that the author got gratification from penning this little diversion and surely it's worth thosefor that entertainment value alone Irma Goose's life sucks.
It sucks so much she can't keep it to herself,
Let's hope that moving to Spoons to live with her dad who buys her nice cars and doesn't give her mashed potatoes for dinner helps make her life suck a little less.
Maybe meeting Joe the Jock who looks good without his shirt will help ease the pain of life Or perhaps she'll bond with the mysterious Count Frederick over Biology He is, after all, really quite beautiful.
“He was beautiful, Im not just talking beautiful in that he was handsome, or nice, or a good looking boy, or had decent facial features, a nice jaw, chin, mouth, nose, eyes and a smart clean haircut.
Im saying that he was beautiful, as in really beautiful, Really, really beautiful. Really, really really beautiful. That is, beautiful. Really, really, really, really beautiful, One could not look at him without acknowledging his beauty not once but a thousand times, Not a thousand times but a million times, Not a million times but a million trillion times, He was in all respects, beautiful, So, so, so, so, so beautiful, Wipe your mind of all conceptions of beauty you ever had before you laid eyes on Freddy Smith because after looking at Freddy there is no other kind of beauty, there is simply just Freddy.
Oh, Freddy. Oh you are beautiful. Really beautiful. He was like a Grecian statue only a lot more beautiful than that, White alabaster skin chiselled out of marble by God to form features so perfect, so smooth, clean and pure that one would go to any lengths to be able to gaze on just them and nothing else for all of eternity.
No, longer. I can only repeat at this point that he was beautiful, His beauty was inversely proportionate to the amount that my life sucked, It was as if everything that vacuum cleaner of life had sucked up was being blown back out into my face again.
I couldnt believe the amazing day I was having, being able to sit next to a boy so unspeakably beautiful.
Honestly, I could never put it into words, Youre just going to have to trust me “
Behold the first instalment of this great asexual Vampire saga in which no taboo is approached, nothing happens and nobody gets the comeuppance that they so rightly deserve.
Thrill as Irma complains about dinner, whines at her dad, drools over potential boyfriends and most importantly, doesn't have sex with Count Frederick.
“It's not the best book I've ever written, Actually I've only written two short stories, This isn't necessarily the best one, It's not the most erotic either, ” Clara Brooks.
“The good thing about marketing this short story is that readers will know exactly what they're getting.
It's an easy sell. It doesn't even need to have a proper ending, ” The publisher.
“This is the funniest parody I've read since Hamlet” a reviewer who probably hasn't read Hamlet.
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