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This poetry is raw pain, rage, and loss. I'm pretty sure these are the first poems that really made me cry. Monette wrote them right after his lover died, and you can tell.

My only problem is that the person who owned this before me seemed determined to assign lines to the poetry with slashes of their pen--occasionally obscuring letters and so on. Who buys a book of poetry to edit it?

Excerpt:
THE VERY SAME

the wrongest of the wrong things said that day
as I stepped from the chapel an idiot cousin
once-removed jiggled my shoulder
time to turn
the page intoned like it's all been so appalling
we must hasten now to the land of brunch
there to recover our BMWs our zest for
winning and half-acre closets sorry I'm
booked weeks later still fuming with retorts
BUT THIS
IS MY PAGE IT CANNOT BE TURNED
then start hearing similar from other bimboes

gotta turn the page Paul is this shit from
the Bible the sayings of Dr. Kübler-Ross
has Donohue done a show on it maybe
a ring of widows all walks of life neatly
combing real estate aerobics and young
blue-collar bowling dates spare me the pop
coping skills this page is all that's left of time
there
was no page before I caught you the book
was nothing but cover painfully thin and
hopelessly derivative there's something French
in all of this perhaps
la vie continue
well no it doesn't not if you freeze it in its
tracks think of this turnless page like Audobon's
elephant folio where the eagle is life-size
or a gilded burgundian leaf of hours painted
with a one-hair brush for the whole last half
of the 1400s and no bigger than a 3 X 5
dear friend I didn't become your blood-brother
lightly mine ticks just like yours but a beat
slower the geiger of Death crackles in every
room yet He cannot seem to tell who's who
as you used to say in your cranked-up bed
playful astonished
But we're the same person
when did that happen with Death's signals jammed
I and my page have eluded the dart awhile
Russians in bughouses write their poems on soap
with burnt matches then get them by heart then
wash in muddy water think what they would do
with a whole page no room left on ours edge
to edge with our growing interchangeability
what you would do I think is make a paper
glider go to the brink of a high green place
let it cavort the updrafts lulling itself
by lightness to the valley floor below
while I am more likely to paper the walls
with mine scrawling
why and where are you
in our common blood how shall we compromise
would a kite do do you think riding its string
in the upper air and don't forget there's
an eagle on it and the monk's gilt borders
my blood-cries are to high up to read now
oh what a page Rog how can they not see
I am only still here to be with you
my best my only page scribbled on cirrus
the high air soaring in its every word
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Cason (rhymes with Jason) Statler recently came back from Iraq, and he's still having dreams about the whole thing. Somehow he manages to get a job on the paper in his hometown.

In between stalking his ex-girlfriend and making friends with a little girl in a tree, Cason finds an old mystery in the notes of his predecessor. In digging into the disappearance of a college girl, Cason finds out a lot of stuff he probably didn't want to know.. and the first revelation is about his older brother.

This book is terrific. I need a copy. So do you.
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Percy did not a have a good day, as he tells his mother. He was nearly late for his job interview, and spent most of the day incredibly hungry. Also he keeps falling down. But even though it looks like he won't get the job, Percy made some new friends.

The next day is entirely different, and even stranger..

I really, really love this graphic novel. It's very sweet and sad and strange and terrific.
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A great book for people who have or have ever been kids. Not great for actual, easily influenced, children.

Excerpt:
B is for Baby
See the baby
The baby is fat
The baby is pink
The baby can cry
The baby can laugh
See the baby play
Play, baby, play
Mommy loves the baby
More than she loves you.
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The story of the zombie invasion is told through interviews with people who lived it. Somehow, this gives the idea an immediacy--it's plausible and depressing, as well as creepy.
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Owly and Wormy meet a flying squirrel, who is terrified of Owly.

Adorable, sweet, and sad. These books are HIGHLY recommended.
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Bean is a very small kid. On the streets, in Battle School, he is always figuring stuff out. But one thing he can't figure is Ender Wiggin.

This is a parallel novel to Ender's Game.. and almost as good.
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This book is great. I've seen the HBO versions of Leguizamo's one-man shows, and the writing is a lot like that style. So it's funny and as real as he felt he could make it.

I've been a fan of John Leguizamo since way before the car hit me, and I've seen him in a lot of crappy movies. It was kind of neat to get his take on them.

Excerpts:
We'd be in rehearsal, and I'd have a line like, "This is the woman, but not this the man."

Only it's come out, "This is the woman, but that ain't the guy, yo."

The whole cast would gasp. The great F. Murray Abraham would cover his ears and run from the stage.

I'd be like, "What? What I say?"

The director would rub his face. "John, Please say the line the way the Bard wrote it."

And I'd go, "Bart? His name was Bart Shakespeare?"


****

I had trouble being a Catholic because God is perfect and we're not. I sin all the time, and He never does anything wrong. and no matter what He does, we have to like Him anyway. Or be hurled into hell forever and ever amen. I always felt rejected by the church. Now I realize it was because I just wasn't cute enough for the priests.
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Okay, this starts out as your generic superhero comic, even though you don't know the specific super heroes. Typical comic book things happen, and then..

Well, shit.

The ending makes this book.
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