“ was crowding Gabe in the doorway, his beefy tail beating against the open door like a Snausage war drum.” “Dressed in their red suits and fake beards, rang their bells like they were going for dog-spit gold at the Pavlov Olympics.” Here’s a sampling that will hopefully make sense without giving anything away. The hubby’s a good sport though, and laughed along with me. I still laughed all through the book though, and drove my husband crazy reading him funny quotes from the book that probably in all honesty made no sense out of context. This wasn’t quite as funny as I expected it to be, but I think since reading A Dirty Job as my first Moore novel, my expectations for the rest have been unrealistically high. Let’s just say that the stupidest angel’s mission to create a Christmas miracle goes horribly, hilariously awry in ways that only Christopher Moore could write about. I can’t even really say what this is about without giving anything away.
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