“I hesitated, but when she handed the cigarette to me I took it, and when she lit the match I leaned forward.  I imitated my mother accepting a light from my father and exhaled as she did, ceiling-ward.
Margie held her own cigarette between her teeth like a killer; she was imitating someone, too - maybe […]

This entire novel (?) was incoherent and strange.
It was likable enough, but not so much a story as random bits. It was like a blog, kind of, but without any continuity or time line. Some of the pieces were articulated well, but it was hard to really feel anything while reading it because […]