i guess i'm tossing bubblegum the fat tome into the proverbial green word lagoon oh the unread gazillions. see the swirl of the ducks around the displaced pond scum. i feel a bit sad as it's only his second book and it is slightly less unwieldy than his first which i jettisoned in short time though it must have been good as he moved from chicagoland to gainseville in the ten year interim. is that a good move, is it a progress, though, or a regress? idle know. i can't hang in there to learn. i toss it's dense gravity like an old wad of abc dubble bubble, which long ago eroded my regretful teeth and left me jingly-jangly. i wish not to read 800 pages of regression and regret. i cud just say the rubber has lost its savor and i elect to no longer chew. pshew, my jaw is beginning to relax. now i can get back to the body keeps the score and hurricane season, by turns. i need a walk. we might have gone to the bog by the dunes but we dint. 
it's funny, i could have stopped a few pages in and let that suffice for my review, 
ibid:
you could keep on chewing for a really long time. 
so what, though? why should you? why continue chewing? if the sweetness was gone, what incentive did you have?
there, i might have saved you 767 pages of your life. though i could equally well be entirely wrong. either way whatever the blurb or the review, you are the reader of your own life: you decide.