Fool is crass and vulgar and ridiculous and really quite entertaining. As a Shakespeare nerd and a fan of the original character of the fool in King Lear, I was pretty excited to read this retelling of Lear from the fool's perspective. It was better than I was expecting it to be, and the backstor...
I'm not a Christopher Moore reader so I was fascinated reading the other reviews and learning about his books. I'll say this -- he is imaginative and his creativity is fantastic. I read this book because I'm gong to Paris. I think I may be lead astray because I can't get his account of the artist...
Something that started pretty well, giving the picture of 19th century Monmartre, turned into a dull and repetitive story of the colour blue. Found the first half of the book rather enjoyable: plenty of real historical figures (a bit grotesque, but that's what you expect), art, brothels, and a my...
Stefon Uwaezuoke The Griff Review This Graphic novel, The...
What I remember from CCD:•tIt was Tuesday nights and that meant that I missed Who’s the Boss•tAll the really obnoxious cheerleaders went to my church (Our Lady of Perpetual Help-OLPH!)•tI had to go to CCD so I could get confirmed or I couldn’t get married in a church (so I was told every time I ...
Why do humpback whales sing?This is the basic theme behind the story contained in this book. I picked it up because whales are one of my favorite animals, and I have always loved listening to their singing. Also, I hadn't read a funny book in a while, and needed a break from the 'serious' stuff.I...
3.5 stars You Suck: A Love Story is a hilarious romp through San Francisco. The book focuses on Jody and Tommy, two new fledgling vampires and their rather unconventional love. Jody bites Tommy and makes him a vampire. He is not too happy with his new condition, but is easily distracted by Jody ...
2 Words that describe the book: Vampire comedy3 Settings where it took place or characters you met:* Setting: Modern-day San Francisco* Jody—A fledgling vampire who had her new lifestyle thrust upon her with no warning or choice, Jody is trying her best to make sense of her new undead lifestyle. ...
Island of the Sequined Love Nun, by humor writer Christopher Moore, begins with a ne’er-do-well pilot named Tucker Case, hanging upside down from a breadfruit tree, about to be a cannibal’s next meal. After crashing a plane belonging to the Mary Jean Cosmetic Corporation, he gets a job offer from...
This is a lot of silliness blended with charm and heart and it could just be what the doctor ordered. The medicine was strong for me. I can only take so much laughing in one sitting, and the drug starts to lose its power. The madcap plot takes you over the top into a land where a bumbling swee...
holy crap,this book. was. bad.so effing bad there must be a logical explanation for it. the logical explanation is: christopher moore, you used to be a very stinky writer. i'm not sure what happened between "practical demonkeeping" and "a dirty job", but i'm guessing it was nothing short of a...
Durante il viaggio a Bruxelles mi sono “regalato” la lettura del secondo (in ordine di scrittura) libro di quel genio mai troppo lodato che è Christopher Moore, “Coyote Blue”, tradotto con “Il ritorno del Dio Coyote” (opinabile, ma quanto meno fedele al contenuto del romanzo).Avendo a disposizion...
While looking for a Christmas book for our reading group this December, that was not saccharine or sweet, I came across this. I had not read anything by Christopher Moore before and so I was not sure what to expect; but this is certainly not saccharine - just very, very funny. Many of the charact...
The grass on either side was as high as an elephant’s eye. We could see blue sky above us, and exactly as far along the path as the next curve, which could have been any distance away, because there’s no perspective in an unbroken green trench. We’d been traveling on this road most of the day, an...
But this Thursday was a little different in that he wouldn’t be driving back. He was awakened by the knock on his door, and when he opened it, a thin woman with severe blond hair dropped a gear bag at his feet. “What are you, about a forty, forty long?” she said instead of...
He’d managed to save two of the eight quart containers, but it wasn’t going to be enough, he could tell, and after the fight at the butcher shop and his escape, he knew he wasn’t strong enough to give her any more of his own blood. She’d need more, and he was going to have to start thinking of he...
Mark’s Square, where we would catch a ferry home, across the tronchetto. Since we’d left the notary with Antonio’s signed bond, Shylock had not said a word about knowing who I was. I was carrying a small cask of wine, and although it was not terribly heavy, keeping balanced on Jessica’s platforms...
AS WORD OF HIS CONDITION spread around the butte, neighbors and friends stopped by the bakery to offer food, help, and relief for Mère Lessard, who did not want to leave her son’s bedside. “If he wakes,” instructed the matriarch, “first make him drink some water, then remind him that his mother t...
I had never worked seriously on nineteenth-century political history, and much of Creighton’s story was, frankly, news to me. One detail about the way the deal was made became stuck in my mind. Creighton mentioned in passing that Nova Scotia’s premier, Charles Tupper, was invited to the constitut...
“Mount Olympus, Goddess of Sex speaking,” she said, and there was a mechanical ratcheting noise as she cocked a hip while she listened. “No, I haven’t seen him—like I would even tell you if he was here. Hell, woman, I have a sacred trust here—I can’t rat out every husband who comes in for a snort...
"Don't change the subject. You blackmailed Theo Crowe?" She was pacing her kitchen. Tuck sat at the counter, wearing a gold oxford-cloth shirt that complemented the bat on his head while accentuating the sea blue of his eyes. The bat, for once, wasn't wearing sunglasses. "...
Ray said. “You won’t believe it. I can’t believe it myself.”Lily looked at Ray over her half-frame reading glasses and set down the French cookbook she’d been looking at. She didn’t really need reading glasses, but looking over the top of them conveyed instant condescension and disdain, a look th...