Reviews of books both read and listened to.
Silver bullets, wreaths of garlic, wooden stakes and torches raised. Why I venture forth this evening makes no sense, I must be crazed. Bats are flying, wolves are howling, headless horsemen ride the roads. Witches wait to cast a spell to turn us into croaking toads. Like my friends, I venture forth with empty bags I hope to fill. Trick or treating leads to eating so much I shall soon be ill.
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