"Maybe Rale and Swimp were sent by Mog."
This pulp thriller was recced by![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
scioscribe for leaning into its crackerjack premise: Jane, a librarian, finds an envelope with her name on it, an enigmatic note signed "Master of Games" with a literary clue, and a $50 bill. When she follows the clue to the book it references, she finds another note from MOG with another clue, and a $100 bill. As the money gets bigger, the tasks MOG sets for her get harder, riskier, and darker.
This is a great thriller premise and it delivers what it promises. Jane gets lured into escalating weirdness, danger, and decadence, and discovers that she gets a kick out of it. It's all batshit and implausible, but in a fun and entertaining way. The conclusion doesn't tie up all the loose ends, but is generally satisfying.
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The other notable thing about this book is that it is one of the most "she breasted boobily down the stairs" books I've ever read. Early on, Jane puts a switchblade in her pocket, which is of course located under her breast; when she nearly collides with a hot male stranger, the switchblade pops open, ripping through her blouse and almost stabbing her in the breast. Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar, but in this case the switchblade is definitely not just a switchblade.
I read the book whilescioscribe was vacationing with me, and began reading her all the lines containing boob references, but eventually had to stop because there were just so many. (Using Kindle search, there are 3 uses of "tits," 3 uses of "bra," 4 uses of "boobs," 11 uses of "nipple," and 50 of "breasts.") Here is a very small sample.
He's talking about my boob!
She was very glad she had decided to wear a bra. She disliked the things, and avoided them when she could. But making a midnight trip to a bar in a sleazy section of town required one. So did her tight shirt, which would've shown every jiggle.
It whipped up against her nipple.
She quit fingering her breast and reached deeper into the pocket.
Another column thrust against her left breast as she squeezed by.
Brace had definitely seen a lot of her breast - and he was well aware that she wore nothing at all underneath the blouse.
The spider scampered downward onto her left breast. (No, I don't know why the left gets all the action. Poor right breast, it must feel left out.
She could see nothing of her breast.
Her breast was caught naked in Brace's beacon. The light jumped away from it. And came to a stop, as if by accident, aiming down at an angle between her parted legs.
I had a lot of fun reading this book. The booby breasting was so hilariously pervasive that it became almost charming, and apart from that Jane is pleasingly and even plausibly badass.
She scraped off the spider as if she was shaving the top of her breast with a straight razor.
Only $1.14 on Kindle!
Content notes: violence, rape, dog death, a particularly gross vomit scene that I hurriedly skipped, Jane wants to lose some weight, and of course there's the tittie fixation.
This pulp thriller was recced by
scioscribe for leaning into its crackerjack premise: Jane, a librarian, finds an envelope with her name on it, an enigmatic note signed "Master of Games" with a literary clue, and a $50 bill. When she follows the clue to the book it references, she finds another note from MOG with another clue, and a $100 bill. As the money gets bigger, the tasks MOG sets for her get harder, riskier, and darker.This is a great thriller premise and it delivers what it promises. Jane gets lured into escalating weirdness, danger, and decadence, and discovers that she gets a kick out of it. It's all batshit and implausible, but in a fun and entertaining way. The conclusion doesn't tie up all the loose ends, but is generally satisfying.
( Read more... )
The other notable thing about this book is that it is one of the most "she breasted boobily down the stairs" books I've ever read. Early on, Jane puts a switchblade in her pocket, which is of course located under her breast; when she nearly collides with a hot male stranger, the switchblade pops open, ripping through her blouse and almost stabbing her in the breast. Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar, but in this case the switchblade is definitely not just a switchblade.
I read the book while
scioscribe was vacationing with me, and began reading her all the lines containing boob references, but eventually had to stop because there were just so many. (Using Kindle search, there are 3 uses of "tits," 3 uses of "bra," 4 uses of "boobs," 11 uses of "nipple," and 50 of "breasts.") Here is a very small sample. He's talking about my boob!
She was very glad she had decided to wear a bra. She disliked the things, and avoided them when she could. But making a midnight trip to a bar in a sleazy section of town required one. So did her tight shirt, which would've shown every jiggle.
It whipped up against her nipple.
She quit fingering her breast and reached deeper into the pocket.
Another column thrust against her left breast as she squeezed by.
Brace had definitely seen a lot of her breast - and he was well aware that she wore nothing at all underneath the blouse.
The spider scampered downward onto her left breast. (No, I don't know why the left gets all the action. Poor right breast, it must feel left out.
She could see nothing of her breast.
Her breast was caught naked in Brace's beacon. The light jumped away from it. And came to a stop, as if by accident, aiming down at an angle between her parted legs.
I had a lot of fun reading this book. The booby breasting was so hilariously pervasive that it became almost charming, and apart from that Jane is pleasingly and even plausibly badass.
She scraped off the spider as if she was shaving the top of her breast with a straight razor.
Only $1.14 on Kindle!
Content notes: violence, rape, dog death, a particularly gross vomit scene that I hurriedly skipped, Jane wants to lose some weight, and of course there's the tittie fixation.
