Tropper too good!

At 29, Dough Parker is floored by the accidental death of his wife: "javais a woman. It ¢ â`¬â Hailey. Today she died. And I'm dead too. " Fleeing the world sabîmant in alcohol, into a successful blog on how to talk to a widow ("How to Talk to a Widower" original title) Dough is asocial and acrimonious. Sapitoyant constantly on his misfortune, nothing found favor in his eyes. All humans appear to him through unbearable. Despite his misanthropy exacerbated, Russ, son of Hailey, Claire's twin sister Dough but also his parents, his friends, his neighbor, Laney Potter, full of compassion and desire: "Hurry" spear-t- me she dune sex dripping voice "and finally the beautiful and sad Brooke Hayes, déducation councilor Russ, will gradually pull of her mourning.
The novel by Jonathan Tropper pleasantly bed even and especially if the subject is dark because the writer knows how to build impactful dialogues and refine definitive replicas. It combines perfectly the situation comedy and tragedy of life. Yet the book is a little slow to take off. It reaches high stratospheric layers in Chapter 26 when Sabrina monologue Barclay, singles seeking to be seduced by Dough Parker. The six pages are hilarious and pathetic, ringing the bells in unison and the tocsin. The second half of the book is no longer as pure barley sugar. Lultime sentence is simply wonderful: "We open our doors at the same time and go out into the wind." Is not it so that we are all, some smoke that time sweeps?