What strange language it is to read, this book. How peculiar, to me, my self, too, the reading. The book. This book. That I’ve held, in my hands, this book, my hands have held. Great fun, to read, too, this book, for me, myself, this book, it is. Wonder the punctuation, abundant, too, from McCarthy and Faulkner came? Wonder the syntax, not Dutch, Pennsylvanian or otherwise, too? (I’m going to throw the horse over the fence some hay). Right then, write, write on, read, read more. This read and that, the book, too, that one, above cited. And hurry. Then build, build, design, build then.
How many writers get to use the word aposiopesis? Everyone uses the concept, but few know the meaning (hell, yes, I had to look it up). And if you don’t believe me, well, I’ll—
One for the die-hards.
Easily four stars, probably closer to five. Screw it, five it is.