twenty-two review

I have a very bad habit of not finishing books. Either I'm too lazy, too bored, or just run out of time. (Mostly too lazy.) I've taken a book with me to the laundromat every time I've gone, and, guess what? I haven't finished any of them.

In fact, I take a new one each time.

So let's make this premature cycle of books worthwhile and start a 22 page book review!

WHAT:
I'll read the first 22 pages of a book and then offer a short review.

WHY:
I never finish a book.

WHY 22 pages:
"22 Review" rhymes.

The inaugural novel is The Scapegoat by Daphne du Marier (1957).


The edition I'm reading doesn't have a snappy cover like this.

commando at work.

I haven't done my laundry in a long while. In fact, disgusting as it is, I wore the same pair of underwear two different days.

I know, I know.

I realized that was pretty despicable (me) -- is that movie any good? -- so the next day at work I went commando. It's a very weird feeling to know that you are freeballing in front of your boss.


Yep. Exactly like that.

accidental photography.

So I was taking photos for a project at work and as I was walking away I accidentally click the shutter button. I got this picture.


Are those alien legs? What the hell.

Accidental photography should probably be a new genre of art.

Thank you for reading the most pointless post ever.