Malia Ault Ault itibaren Lapshanga, Nizhegorodskaya oblast', Rusya, 606763
Bayan Green, ikinci kez "saçlarını bir at kuyruğuna geri attı" ifadesini kullandığında, neredeyse bu şeyi bir kenara attım. Peki bir kayınvalide ile başa çıkma hakkında ne sıklıkla yazar? Bu yüzden ilk çeyreği ve son çeyreği okudum ve bu kitabın gelecekteki bir baskısını doğrama bloğunu düşünmeye çağırıyorum.
Darker than I expected. Very good, though.
What do Jane Austen, *Anne Elliot*, John Keats, and Mary Shelley all have in common? Frederick Withers. A zany tale of an ordinary banker who is thrown into prison for fraud. When his cell mate dies of consumption, or some other random horrible disease, Frederick escapes in the coffin. Once outside (in the graveyard, of course), he runs into a group of vampires who think he is the Great One. No matter how much Frederick denies his vampire-ism, he is constantly followed by the knee-scooting worshipers. And it doesn't help any when he meets John Keats, a poet who can't help rhyming every sentence spoken to him. A cast of bumbling characters and a farce-like plot combine into a totally refreshing read, because, really, there aren't any other books out there like this one.