I tend to dislike books written in the present tense. I'm fine with first-person narrative; it's the present tense that bugs me. In my mind's ear, the voice always devolves: "I reach up and scratch my nose," sounds in my reading ear like Lucille Ball's scene with the guy going, "Slooooowly I turr...
Brendan looks amazing in a dark gray suit with a blue shirt and a necktie with alternating dark blue and black stripes. My hands are sweating. I pull my left hand from Rev’s and try to wipe it dry on my pants. “Don’t do that,” Rev whispers to me without turning his head or moving his lips. He’s l...