The Gurionic War

Shanghaied earlier in the week by a nasty sinus infection I completed The Instructions by Adam Levin on Wednesday and have since found the temerity to then plunge into Ulysses, reading almost 120 pages in a single insomniac sitting. I wish I could depict the wonderful world painted in The Instructions, though presently it still splattered in brutality, for that is the course yielded in the novel's 200 page denouement.

More of merit should follow.