"Ease of expression and charm in storytelling are hampered either by poor word choice, incorrect spelling or awkward phrasing. Such problems distract from the book, but it still reads as a funny and engaging reflection on mortality and—dare I say it—the importance of living in the here and now."
Liz Spikol, one of my favorite columnists in the Philadelphia Weekly,
talks a bit about Blue Pills
by Frederick Peeters. You can read it here