http://www.cynicsunlimited.com/2008/05/08/book-review-twisted-triangle/ Dissecting What You Choose to Ignore Fri, 12 Mar 2010 23:21:13 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.9.1 hourly 1 http://www.cynicsunlimited.com/2008/05/08/book-review-twisted-triangle/comment-page-1/#comment-41707 shakin Wed, 29 Jul 2009 14:59:58 +0000 http://www.cynicsunlimited.com/?p=443#comment-41707 I am trying to get through this book without laughing, but it isn’t possible. It reads little more than a gossip rag that is so obviously worded to be biased towards the only person who allowed it, Margo I am trying to get through this book without laughing, but it isn’t possible. It reads little more than a gossip rag that is so obviously worded to be biased towards the only person who allowed it, Margo

]]> http://www.cynicsunlimited.com/2008/05/08/book-review-twisted-triangle/comment-page-1/#comment-41472 readerofcrime Mon, 02 Feb 2009 06:49:34 +0000 http://www.cynicsunlimited.com/?p=443#comment-41472 I am trying to get through this book without laughing, but it isn't possible. It reads little more than a gossip rag that is so obviously worded to be biased towards the only person who allowed it, Margo. And it is FBI Margo who claims innocence, allowed the early rampant life of crimes of theft she and her FBI husband engaged in trying to convey it was all him, and then proceeds to tell this drawn out tale of her secret romantic encounters with a famous author. That turns out to be one in a string of numerous other short-lived encounters with women she has. This is a book that should have been a screenplay--for a B movie! It isn't even written well (I laughed out loud at such crippled sentences as "when the sweat dried" to explain a post-sexual session--- just as an example. It's going back to the library tomorrow. I am trying to get through this book without laughing, but it isn’t possible. It reads little more than a gossip rag that is so obviously worded to be biased towards the only person who allowed it, Margo. And it is FBI Margo who claims innocence, allowed the early rampant life of crimes of theft she and her FBI husband engaged in trying to convey it was all him, and then proceeds to tell this drawn out tale of her secret romantic encounters with a famous author. That turns out to be one in a string of numerous other short-lived encounters with women she has. This is a book that should have been a screenplay–for a B movie! It isn’t even written well (I laughed out loud at such crippled sentences as “when the sweat dried” to explain a post-sexual session— just as an example. It’s going back to the library tomorrow.

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