Now! Now! I don't know, what are you like? Put the word 'sex' in the header and here you all are like bees to a can of cola.
Well, I'm sorry but in this respect ... and only in this respect mind you ... you are going to be disappointed.
HOW SPELEOLOGY RESTORED MY SEX DRIVE by MICHAEL BERNHART.
BACK COVER BLURB: Some people can’t stay out of trouble. Happily married, the father of two precocious nine year old girls, and comfortably off, Max Brown should have it easy. Not yet; that’s where the little girls come in. They maneuver Max and his wife into a dangerous treasure hunt through abandoned gold mines. As Max forewarns, “the closer you get to the treasure the more competitors show up, some of whom don’t play by the rules.” The competitors in this case are seven Klansmen who believe that the object of the treasure hunt, a large cache of Confederate Gold, is theirs to finance a second rebellion.
Set in northern Georgia, Max combats bears, snakes, and the Klan to protect those he loves. His most cunning and committed adversaries, though, Turn out to be his own children.
FIRST SENTENCE {1}: "But why can't we?"
MEMORABLE MOMENT {PAGE 13}: It didn't matter; they weren't listening. As I concluded my admonitory lecture Margaret boarded a suitcase on the luggage carousel and disappeared around the turn while her mother tried to fight free of the other luggage watchers to chase her down.
SOURCE: Received from the author.
READ FOR: Not applicable.
MY THOUGHTS: A man questioning his virility for the first time (hence the reference in the title to sex, of which there is actually very little), a wife who turns heads everywhere she goes and, handily as it turns out, is something of a sharp-shooter, Margaret and Mary aka M&M the wickedly funny and resourceful twins prone to getting into trouble who, though they make great reading, at the same time make you thankful that they're not yours, good old Uncle Skeeter with his stories of buried confederate gold hidden in them there caves (thus the Speleology of the title) .... just some of the memorable cast of characters to feature in this wonderful madcap rollercoaster of an adventure that, with its themes of racism and police corruption, sadly if cleverly hi-lights just some of the current political and social environment.
Perhaps a tad too reliant on stereotypes - but then don't they say that stereotypes are in fact based in truth no matter how loosely? Arguably not altogether politically correct and yet so gloriously OTT as to be inoffensive. Utterly compelling from start to finish, How Speleology Restored My Sex Drive is way up there when it comes to my favourite reads of 2017.
Well, I'm sorry but in this respect ... and only in this respect mind you ... you are going to be disappointed.
HOW SPELEOLOGY RESTORED MY SEX DRIVE by MICHAEL BERNHART.
BACK COVER BLURB: Some people can’t stay out of trouble. Happily married, the father of two precocious nine year old girls, and comfortably off, Max Brown should have it easy. Not yet; that’s where the little girls come in. They maneuver Max and his wife into a dangerous treasure hunt through abandoned gold mines. As Max forewarns, “the closer you get to the treasure the more competitors show up, some of whom don’t play by the rules.” The competitors in this case are seven Klansmen who believe that the object of the treasure hunt, a large cache of Confederate Gold, is theirs to finance a second rebellion.
Set in northern Georgia, Max combats bears, snakes, and the Klan to protect those he loves. His most cunning and committed adversaries, though, Turn out to be his own children.
FIRST SENTENCE {1}: "But why can't we?"
MEMORABLE MOMENT {PAGE 13}: It didn't matter; they weren't listening. As I concluded my admonitory lecture Margaret boarded a suitcase on the luggage carousel and disappeared around the turn while her mother tried to fight free of the other luggage watchers to chase her down.
SOURCE: Received from the author.
READ FOR: Not applicable.
MY THOUGHTS: A man questioning his virility for the first time (hence the reference in the title to sex, of which there is actually very little), a wife who turns heads everywhere she goes and, handily as it turns out, is something of a sharp-shooter, Margaret and Mary aka M&M the wickedly funny and resourceful twins prone to getting into trouble who, though they make great reading, at the same time make you thankful that they're not yours, good old Uncle Skeeter with his stories of buried confederate gold hidden in them there caves (thus the Speleology of the title) .... just some of the memorable cast of characters to feature in this wonderful madcap rollercoaster of an adventure that, with its themes of racism and police corruption, sadly if cleverly hi-lights just some of the current political and social environment.
Perhaps a tad too reliant on stereotypes - but then don't they say that stereotypes are in fact based in truth no matter how loosely? Arguably not altogether politically correct and yet so gloriously OTT as to be inoffensive. Utterly compelling from start to finish, How Speleology Restored My Sex Drive is way up there when it comes to my favourite reads of 2017.
