A troubled woman goes in search of America, but amidst great natural beauty and stirring friendship, still finds only more trouble.
“Amy” is a harrowing story of co-dependency and denial. It’s also a Harlequin SuperRomance! The titular Amy, one of three sisters (each of whom Harlequin, in its infinite wisdom, deemed worthy of their own SuperRomances), is a crazy, child-like rich hippie living in classy South Florida. She’s pretty much obsessed with family unity, to …
(This is the second entry in a new feature where I review things I’ve recently rented, regardless of their actual release date, because I don’t care about timeliness or America or the future of cinema or whatever. Today’s review is by guest columnist GOTH MINISTER.) I HabE SEEN A MUveeeeeeee. It is quite a movie …
1. “His hatred for Don Felipe was not diminished in any way, but the pain and torment he kept locked inside him was inexplicably gone.”
The bandit’s cousin was beautiful, and because of this he carried no money in his pockets. Women liked to buy him things, and men were afraid of his cousin. He did whatever he wanted to, and he thought that he was cool.
The types of secrets that characters in novels have can be grouped into a few general categories. These are the categories: 1. “I committed a crime!” 2. “I’m having an affair!” 3. “Your mom/dad/mentor/hero is fallible/mortal!” 4. “I’m actually a great person! And I’m in love with you!” The last category of secret is usually …
He loved men, although upon consideration, he didn’t really like them much. He just liked their high white asses, their talk of the sea, their rotting teeth.
Me and Dick Cheney are kneeling in a clearing, shanks touching, souls ajar. Does afar a bobwhite whistle? Yes.
Darren made his mouth hot with breath and it was so hot. The Mountain could not believe how hot it was and it made him a little uncomfortable, or maybe just curious. “Mountain I am not going to put my hot mouth near you.” “OK.”
The vainest foundling in the orphanage was undoubtedly Nellie Bly. She had bumpy skin like cream, and she drank cream constantly to remind herself of her own skin. She called this “paying tribute.”