Thumbs up for Bloodsucking Fiends: A Love Story by Christopher Moore. Fantasy.
Someone with good taste in books said that my writing reminded him of Christopher Moore’s, so that was the final kick in the pants I needed to read Bloodsucking Fiends, which has been on my to-read list ever since I discovered it was set in San Francisco. I do take the comparison as a compliment. My sense of humor isn’t quite as silly as Moore’s, but he gave me plenty of satisfying laughs. The perfect vacation book.
There are no official rules for the sport of turkey bowling. Turkey bowling is not recognized by the NCAA or the Olympic Committee. There are no professional tournaments sponsored by the Poultry Farmers of America, and footwear companies do not manufacture turkey bowling shoes. Even the world’s best turkey bowlers have not appeared on a Wheaties box or the “Tonight” show. In fact, until ESPN became desperate to fill in the late-night time slots between professional lawn darts and reruns of Australian-rules football, turkey bowling was a completely clandestine sport, related to the dark athletic basement of mailbox baseball and cow tipping. Despite this lack of official recognition, the fine and noble tradition of “skidding the buzzard” is practiced nightly by supermarket night crews all over the nation.
If you enjoyed this post, please share it!