Dat is weah we is.

In the last few days, I’ve read Uncle Tom’s Cabin, The Hobbit, and Skin (Ted Dekker). The first was a book that had preaching mixed in with it - the author would repeatedly admonish readers, and some of the narrative was a bit sarcastic. No, a lot sarcastic. And it included plenty of dialect type (Dere mus’ be a name fu’ dat). It was an interesting, emotive read.

The second was one (The Hobbit) I’ve read probably 4 or 5 times but was different this time. I’m not sure how to explain it - it just was.

Skin is not defineable on paper, I don’t think. About a third through, and after the 14th murder, I started thinking Do I really want to read this? But by then, there was little to no choice - what, leave Wendy and the other guy (already forgot his name!) in the middle of the desert with that terrorizing nobody who doesn’t seem to exist? Well, I had to finish it, and it certainly had a twist at the end that I didn’t expect. After the last Dekker book ended with a skitso who was both being chased and doing the threatening himself, I told myself to be wary of Dekker books. But then I let down my guard, read one, and now I’m back in a state of not really wanting to read another. Though if I do *start* one, I’m pretty sure I’ll finish!

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