Joyce’s Reviews > Knee High by the Fourth of July > Status Update

First, I’d like to thank my poor TV reception. If not for a pitiable selection of channels, I would write much less. Second, I’d like to extend a heartfelt thanks to my lackluster social life. Because of those endless nights at home, Knee High was able to see the light of day.

Cliffhanger!

bedroom had a bed so tightly made, the spread looked like a tourniquet.

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In Minnesota, there is no law requiring someone to bring another person to the hospital, no matter how dire their straits, so the death of Liam Anderson was ruled an accident, and no charges were filed.

enormous Virgin Mary on the side of the road.

…peek inside her cupped hands.

that’s when I knew how I would nail Brando.
Divine inspiration, indeed.

“You two took Ole, but not Wenonga?” That would be like breaking into a chocolate store and only stealing the money.

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all gravel in Minnesota leads to blacktop eventually—

I dashed back into the rain. It had let up from “firehose in the sky” to “water pressure in the average double-wide,”

why is someone stealing schlocky statues?

“Maybe they want to build the world’s largest mini golf course?”

The thunder was the only sound loud enough to trump the shovelfuls of rain hammering down. Battle Lake was getting itself cleaned behind the ears,

I wondered if he was like olives. You had to work really hard to like them, but once you did, you couldn’t get enough.

“It’s Mira, like, ‘you better stand clear-a.’”