Book Excerpt for the Day

    On the rare occasion he’d let his guard down, she’d seen the depths of the man inside.  She knew nothing could ever come of it.  Aside from the twenty year age difference, he listened to Stravinsky, she listened to Sting.  He was from South of London, she was from North of Lubbock.  He grew up with a silver spoon, she grew up with a spork.  It was hopeless.

    (from The White Tree, by Edward W. Robertson)

    5*/10.  The full review is here.

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