I’m still in the beginning of the damn book. But, holy shit. Every time I pick the book up and read a few pages…I’m like…..

Damn. Hot damn! This author is a bad bitch.

The plot my dude. The plot is like a slow drip tear drops of sweat running down the round backside of a bad bitch.

I ain’t in love but shit. I’m digging the writing my dude. Information is leaked out by charecters that feel real and authentic.

Maybe I’m over analyzing. It can’t continue to be this good through the whole book…..

The narrative though. She’s a sneaky bad bitch. Lifting her skirt an inch and revealing tidbits of information. She knows the score of the song but she smiles and closes her mouth before she says to much.

I know. I going book nerd to much over this shit. I have no idea where this going and I don’t want to be told the end.

Pause.

I tried to watch another review about the book from some asshole that didn’t like it to be objective. This mother fucker in two seconds from his intro started saying spoiler shit about the book about why he didn’t rock with it.

Mother fucker had your dude wanting to pimp slap this asshole if he was in the room.

Holy shit.

I stopped the video in time but I had to do my best to forget that shit because I am into the book. The first reviewer I read had some fucking respect for the author not tell much details about the book because the plot is that thick but the writing is that good shit you pay top dollar for.

That was weak ass shit that fucker tried to do. Anyway, the author is a bad bitch.

Warm Regards,

Guardiandogg