I am vociferously passionate about good books. And I hate adverbs.
Dry whit, a cracking sense of humor, and all the descriptions of assholes in these first pages really piss me off—but with the exquisite feeling of finally being heard, that somebody else can see it too. That I am not alone in my indignation.
These assholes. Oh, man, these assholes.
Now, let's get to the part where you tell me how to deal with myself in my interaction with them, Mr James. I really need that skill, because I know nothing I can do will ever change them.
Please tell me you're going to show me how to survive these guys? Pretty please?