Taking a cue from Skittles over at Skittles' Place, i'd like to share with you all the first paragraph+ or so of the book i'm reading currently.......i've talked about this author before.......hope this little section is good to whet your appetite for the brilliant books of Christopher Moore........the following section is from his debut novel.......PRACTICAL DEMON-KEEPING(A COMEDY OF HORRORS).........
The Breeze blew into San Junipero in the shotgun seat of Billy Winston's Pinto wagon. The Pinto lurched dangerously from shoulder to centerline, the result of Billy trying to roll a joint one-handed while balancing a Coors tallboy and bopping to the Bob Marley song that crackled through the stereo.
"We be jammin' now,mon!" Billy said, toasting The Breeze with a slosh of the Coors.
The Breeze shook his head balefully. "Keep the can down, watch the road,let me roll the doobie," he said
"Sorry, Breeze," Billy said. "I'm just stoked that we're on the road."
Billy's admiration for The Breeze was boundless. The Breeze was truly cool, a party renaissance man. He spent his days at the beach and his nights in a cloud of sinsemilla. The Breeze could smoke all night, polish off a bottle of tequila, maintain well enough to drive the forty miles back to Pine Cove without arrousing the suspicion of a single cop, and be on the beach by nine the next morning acting as if the term hangover were too abstract to be considered. On Billy Winston's private list of personal heroes The Breeze ranked second only to David Bowie.
Has a way with painting portraits of reprobates,don't he............
Rock it like you're trying to commit murder......
Stak
1 comment:
Sounds like a good book!
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