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"On the sea, small beauties are exaggerated. An albatross riding on the air pressure born of collapsing wave crests, skimming the surface over for a catch. Or when somewhere between ship and horizon a white flash appears—the silver of a leaping fish or the crash of a diving shearwater, much as when in the Hudson Highlands, late in spring, white splashes of dogwood spark across distant landscapes of new green."

This is a book where a guy sits and tells the story of his life after a divorce. Very interesting.

"Turning from the towpath into a little park with swings and slides, Judith saw a flock of pigeons pecking idly at the ground. Filthy creatures, she thought to herself as she sped up her bike, a big grin spreading over her face as she bore down on them. And then, at full tilt, she cycled into the flock, calling out, “Pigeons BEGONE!” and scattered squawking birds into the air."

"“It’s a fact of life, Mr. Chambeaux, that zombies need deodorant more than the usual person. You’re relatively new to the condition, but you’ll realize it sooner or later. Our line ranks very high in customer satisfaction.” He came close and spritzed it in the air, but I flinched back. “No, thank you—I am who I am, and I prefer to smell that way.”

Surprise at the end of chapter 9.

"The razor storm finally collapsed, exhausted, and I went forward to do battle with the Golem with the Atomic Brain. I needed to punish someone for what had been done here, and he would do. I try hard, but sometimes I’m not a very nice person."