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Attention! I have begun reading Skin Trade. Please monitor my behavior for the next week or so to make sure my braincells haven't left in droves. Thus far I'm maybe sixty or so pages in and there's been a decided lack of sex. Which is good. Sadly, this means that instead of banging my head on the nearest hard surface in horror of the same recycled sex scenes, I've been forced to pay attention to her sentence structure. And I tell you, it makes me weep. The idea, thus far, is a decent one. Sort of. But the language barrier [I'm not fluent in Anita and hope never to be] is a bit daunting. Somewhere I've got a piece to share that should illustrate my problem.

Aside from this one biggie. ( The mildest of spoilers. )

I had something else but the bottled annoyance that just spilled wiped it all away. But that means I can focus on the agony at hand and not dwell on the old stuff... jah?