Before ordering this book from the library, I made a firm resolution to obliterate from my memory every smug suburbanist column inflicted upon me by Randall Denley the journalist. My intention was to approach the book as a virgin, hence unprejudiced, reader. Sadly, the few pages I read were remarkable only for their flaccid prose.
I confess to being a fussy reader. Other, more persistent audiences may find Denley's novel enjoyable, even rewarding, but I wasn't willing to spend any more of my time on it.
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