Wracking
my brain here to come up with an opening likely to interest you in
Lucky
Bastard.
Trying not to use the common clichés
like “page turner” and “unforgettable characters” and
“compelling story” and...feel free to add more, surely you've
seen them. They multiply on Internet book sites like fruit flies on
spoiled bananas. This time they happen to be right, the clichés, but
why take my word for it. Let Lucky
Bastard
show you:
I
was watching the Discovery Channel when I heard the explosion from
her trailer. I recognized it for a gunshot, and fearing the worst,
headed over. None of the other neighbors seemed to notice, but then
we got more than our share of gunshots at Catawba Estates.
Jolene
was in her underwear. She stood in the middle of her living room, a
beer in one hand, Carlisle's .50 caliber Desert Eagle in the other.
Her TV lay in pieces across the room. She claimed she'd hit Larry
King right between the eyes.
“Nice
shot,” I said.
