Here I will start with my online and in almost real time review of the book “The Strange Abnormalities of stringent” by Rhys Hughes. It will be a noble review, with jumps and bumps – as it should be! And will be a review with more than 1000 words… of course.
12h40 – the book has not yet arrived.
14h45 – I asked my mother to call me if I received a parcel from abroad.
15h42 – she has not yet called me.
18:10 – My mother fell asleep. And don’t realize that the postman had left a package for me. It’s the mania of the Spanish siesta. I went to check … is the book.
18:15 – I was upset with her. But she told me in double interrogation: “what’s your problem? How could you have started reading the book where you were?” I attacked with a exclamation “This was a disappointment my mother!”
18h16 – I shook my head 10 times.
18h18 – My mother does not understand me! I do not understand my mother and I know her from inside and outside.
18h25 – I went to take a picture … for the style.
18h30 – I’m tired and sweating. The excitement gives me hot flushes. Am I in some sort of male version of menopause?
18h40 – I started drinking a Westmalle Trapist. And I’m looking at the book. I think I’ll just read the book at night.
22h05 – I lay down on in the bed.
22h06 – I rub the buttocks on the mattress until they are well packed.
22h10 – I am adequately acclimated: candles broadcast a shimmering, creamy and fragrant atmosphere. In another situation I, also, have switched a red light – but I will not have sex with the book … dah!
22h15 – I love the smell of a new book in the morning… at night.
22h17 – I look at the primate of the cover and the idea that I’ve been lately finding many monkeys, especially political monkeys, puts me glum.
22h30 – I reread the title and the word “stringent” makes me think of oranges, and I don’t know why!
22h31 – I’m now in the kitchen squeezing lemons for lemonade – I’m without oranges.
22h40 – I lay down on in the bed.
22h41 – The cover is spectacular. Congratulations to Keith Howell.
22h43 – I stop while reading the phrase “16: capricornus” – wtf I’m Leo!
22h46 – Upset I put the book in my belly and I end up falling asleep.
02h15 – I woke up with a monkey staring at me. Nothing unusual, considering that I already woke up with “things” that I don’t know how I carried to bed. It was 02h15 that my eyes saw on the watch display, or it was the time that the brain assimilated – my life is a constant dichotomy.
02h30 – We are undoubtedly facing a book that not only forced the author to an intense research, listen to these words “Pratt & Whitney R-1830 14-cylinder radial engine”, but also reveals that he’s a traveled man, certainly already has made even sexual tourism, when inform the reader that French prostitutes are good. France a country with a good production of prostitutes and other wonders, such as the Louvre, the Seine River and the historic Battle of Waterloo – amazing! This book promises good surprises.
Some unexpected visitors were amazed by discovering a ape speaking. I do not know the reason for the astonishment – frankly! There is more disturbing to see a man like Tarzan played by Johnny Weissmuller talk like a monkey! What would say Edgar Rice Burroughs of this ridiculous mess made with his literary creation.
The daily task of reporting the reading is too much for me. I would advise you to read the book, it is an asset to any head.