My mind was racing, "I should find that shell casing, how big was she? I should go look for blood, my hands are freezing, where's my orange hat? I gotta go look for blood." After 15 minutes of thought I decided to go track her.
Two mischievous young teenagers almost entirely wiped out the story of The Boy Who Lived in a couple hundred pages. That’s what leaves a bad taste in my mouth.
The reader grows and learns with Derek as he decides to embark on a mission to break the Gray family curse, and be the first male in generations to see 50.
Like in her radio show, Loesch pulls no punches. A true native of Flyover, she tells it like it is. Today the people of Flyover are dismissed and labeled as racist backwood rednecks. Sit down for a meal with Flyover folk and you will know it’s not true. They’re happy to have you.