unearths some literary gems.
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He took a forkful of macaroni salad and chewed it suspiciously, if such a thing is possible.
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I took another look at myself in the mirror, sighed (I'll bet even Beyoncé groans when she looks at herself in the morning, unless she pays someone to do that for her), and touched up my lipstick for the seventh time. If I actually could calm my stomach to the point that I bit into a muffin, I'd probably leave about an ounce of Pink Cognito on the top and bottom. I could kiss Portugal and still have my mouth covered.
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[So the premise of this not-very-good book was that the author surrogate--oops I mean narrator-protagonist--is herself a mystery writer who is suddenly confronted by a real-life person who seems to be, and claims to be, her fictional protagonist come to life. Cute idea, though I have the feeling it's been done before, and anyway this was more often an annoying than an entertaining read. As you've seen, however, there were a few highlights, including the one below that required my explaining the premise here above. (:v>]
There were times I actually found myself wanting him to be the character I'd written, sprung from the bounds of his papery existence and existing entirely as the creation I'd envisioned. It was like having a movie made of one of my books, except that the movie followed you around and you could talk to it. And you didn't get any money.
