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281 pages, Hardcover
First published July 1, 2014
"Arf, arf. Woof wood arf. RUFF. Yip. Arf! Yelp." *lusty moan*Ok, fine. That's not act0ually a quote from the book, but I'm just translating it into dog. Why? The main character is a dog. No. Really. Bear with me. Yes, it is Friday night. Yes, I'm drunk as fuck, and yes, this is another one od my drunken reviews, but bear with me. I have a point, I swear to fucking god I haev a point, and I mean it when I compare her to a dog, It's a ruff life to wear, and she's a very sheltered little pup. The main character is so fucking vapid and empty-headed, that Bella Swan seems like Hillary Rodham Clinton in comparison.
I didn’t care about freedom. That’s not what I wanted. I just wanted Penn to look at me again under the silver moon while we danced.I think I prefer my translation.
I couldn’t ignore him. The need to be with him was a sickness. All I wanted was to be back in the garden with him.People try to rescue her beacuse there's a 2-sentence attempt at a subplot of FREE THE
I cracked the lid and stared down at the gold chain that glittered ever so softly in the dim light. On the end of it was a round pendant. I lifted it back up and held it to the light so I could see that the gold pendant was encircled with a ring of shining diamonds. Inside something was engraved in loopy script.
"It's your name," he said, reaching out to run his fingers over the letting. "And on the other side it has our address and phone number."
I'd never imagined a ceiling so high, or so grand. The golden gleam of it was lit below by the most enormous chandeliers. An elaborate velvet curtain almost four stories high in front of the stage like the gown of some beautiful, monstrous woman. If it had lifted up, I wouldn't have been surprised to see two enormous feet perched on the stage.
"...Sometimes it's nice to have a little bit of imperfection, isn't it?"