As a true man of class, I require a good book to read to hone my skill set and to learn something new to adapt my business tactics to make more profit. I figured that I would finally read this piece as it has been staring at me from my shelf for many years. I settled down in my study, cool glass of bourbon on the rocks (thats the way I like it), Balls swinging out of my bathrobe, and a nice fire to warm my bones from my ivory coated fireplace.
I turned to the first page and started reading, and reading, and reading until I could not see the book no more. Why you may ask? Its because of the tears in my eyes, blinding me, and for all the right reasons. This book is a moving thriller that understands the soul and speaks volumes to the reader. Raw passion and emotion can be felt and is greatly portrayed by the author throughout this moving romantic tale.
Does Steven defeat the dragon? does Steven and Alex end up having the child, or does she go through with the abortion? it can all be answered throughout this harrowing tale if you take the time to read it. The art style was immense, every line and curvature defined by your hand had my eyes glued to the paper. I was so captivated by this work that I even read this piece while on the can, forgetting to wipe. A price to pay for the pleasant lustful curse that is "Surviving Minecraft".
I didn't leave my study for a solid three days. My wife and children were worried about me. They thought that I had resorted back to alcoholism, but in reality I was stuck in a catatonic state dribbling at the mouth, fingernails piercing the silk fabric of my armchair, waiting for what would happen next. I feel as if I'm free from the bondage that is life after reading this. My hat goes off to you, Sir, and you are indeed a starving artist and pave the path to becoming this generations Michel-Angelo.
After I finished reading this book, this romantic passion... I gazed through the window into the cold night for a while thinking as I finished my aged bourbon... I then made passionate love to my son.