One day, even though the man knew it was coming, a book arrived and surprised the man. Filled with stories large and small (but mostly small) the expected book and its stories were filled with something totally unexpected.
The man turned the book in his hands and looked at the cover. Beautifully painted with a UFO and a sensual octopus tentacle caressing the title, the man felt the cover and enjoyed the texture of the heavy stock paper it was bound in.
Stories for Nighttime and Some for the Day by Ben Loory was what the title read.
Sitting in his chair the man turned the book over and over in his hands, enjoying the feel, and began reading. Stories of Love, Loss and Life itself poured forth from the printed pages. Small stories filled with city-dwelling octopus, men hiding in trees from Death, alien invasions in the name of Love, Bigfoot, televisions capable of writing operas of great worth starring Winston Churchill, the Hat, the Shadow and much more than the man ever expected.
Definitely what the man hoped for though.
Sitting in his chair, turning the book over and over in his hands once again, the man sank deeper into his chair and read it all again, enjoying the way the typeface danced from the page and into his imagination.
Wonderful. The unexpected expected book was wonderful.
Rising from his chair the man held the book tight and made his way to his desk and decided to write a review. This review was filled with many of the same words as the small book, but nowhere near in the same magical combinations and order. Eventually he was done and sat back to look at his review and read it.
Would it be good enough to make people see what a wonder this small book was? Would it be good enough to make people see how wonderful Ben Loory was?
It’s what the man hopes. Prove him right and buy this book, won’t you?