Where to start? I actually laughed out loud while reading this enjoyable book. I bought it because the title caught my eye. As usual, I put it on my kindle and promptly forgot about it. Then, a few nights ago, I thought maybe I should check it out. Well, that was it! I’m not saying I read it in one reading because I didn’t. But over the next few days, I pulled out my kindle every spare moment that presented itself.
The top 10 lists and the wonderful stories about her family while she was growing up were among my favorites—the stories about her father in particular.
However, I have one question. Why is she allowed in the attic to watch television while her poor deprived children have to make do with books? Another question: Ms. Taub, how were you able to bring Joseph Kony in to your very, very funny narrative? I doff my hat to your genius.
I was impressed that she wrote for the Wall Street Journal (pre- Rupert Murdoch).
I’d recommend this book to anyone without hesitation.
Eau d’baby puke indeed!
How the fuck can anyone take anyone who supports Trump (at this point) seriously. Are they not the very definition of stupid. My fucking God! My goddamn dog had more sense than a Trump supporter.
I mean, really … don’t you want to slap anyone who thinks Trump is great. He’s tearing families apart … he’s doing so much harm … but that’s cool as long as he makes some people some money. As I asked you before .. where does one draw the line?
Some people would feel so at home in 1930s Germany.
Fuck them … fuck their horses … and may they roast in hell for all eternity.
Jesus said I shouldn’t have said that. But he doesn’t have to live in a Trump world … so fuck him too!!!
I’m so in love. She is so fine. I don’t give a damn what anyone says. She’s my girl. She’ll always be my girl.
I met her in church. I was on my knees praying for forgiveness. She sat down next to me. Her smile … her eyes … set me free. My soul was in torment. I was a sinner.
Her name is Ecstasy.
She came to me when I needed her the most.
She raised me from my knees.
She had me stand as a man.
I had done bad things. I was a wretch. But she blessed my soul.
Please, please, I must have a little more time.
Please, please allow me to make amends.
If you knew how I regret my sins.
How my heart yearns to set things right.
But I think my time has run out.
She points the pistol at me.
Ecstasy says that I must die this night.
So be it.
Bless my soul.
I stand here naked before the sun. There is no place to hide. I wear my sins as a cloak for all to see.
I’m on my knees, begging for forgiveness.
Although, what I have done in this life is unforgiveable.
Her name is written on the skein of time and space.
I sit here in my drunken stupor and regret so much.
There is so little time … so little time.
Soon I’ll be dead and gone.
How long before my sins are forgiven?
When my bleached bones wash up on a distant shore?
When she who I have wronged and demeaned is in heaven?
If I could … I would go back and undo what I have done.
Know this … my karma will follow me into the next life. Hopefully, once there, I will be allowed to make amends.
I loved you … I loved you … I loved you so much. And I am so goddamn sorry.