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Stars Are for Reviews,
This review is from: Five Billion Years of Solitude: The Search for Life Among the Stars (Hardcover)
One day in town, we got bored stiff. We hid good behind a park bench. Toby & me hit a cop car with rocks. We ran lunatic like past the General Store and veered off to the left and into the woods. We scrambled up into our tree house. Pretty soon it was surrounded by the laws. We had slingshots & they had guns. I called out it wasn't fair and them fatsos just laughed. They stopped laughing when Toby & me dumped a fifty-five gallon of tar on them. It got all in the gun mechanisms and made them useless. We rained down rocks from our slingshots to cover our escape. We skedaddled out the back way and made for the dooming, closed up woods.
Come nightfall, we lay in a clearing peering up on the sky. It was blacker than a blackboard. Toby went on about taking to the open road, the hobo train life. How we could lay like we were on the plains and stargaze our heads off. I told him that stars were useless, you couldn't reach out and hold them like a starfish or snowflake. A stupid star didn't nearly throw off light like the crazy moon could. The closer you are to one, the more blurry it got. It isn't nothing but gas I told Toby. He said I was taking the fun out of it, so I stayed quiet, looking up.
The main thing about any book, starry or not, is that Toby & me like to use hardcovers as doorstops and throw paperbacks from a slow moving vehicle and we don't need any kind of star falling onto our heads to do it. That's all how Toby & me like to roll.
Chris Roberts, God of Shattering Stars