But these flourishes feel as superficial as the narrative's tentative connection to the DC comics. It's all so much clown paint on a pig. Phillips has crafted an astoundingly tedious courtroom drama bedecked with musical numbers, star power, and DC IP, yet it still feels like a slog. ...
Thirty seconds after she’s gone, my books begin to crack ominously, and a white, spitting mist emanates from them. I deem it wise to leave. In the end, the fire department puts it all down to a malfunction of the fire suppression system, though I hardly see how that could cause ice...
the turns of the shoe are where the gradient kicks up dramatically, albeit for a short time. Once through the turns of the horseshoe the hard work was done. This section feels very
And the first time she feels the sting of the Middle Eastern patriarchy, I will tell her about her great-grandmother. I will tell her about both of her grandmothers. I will tell her about all the places I have been and all the things I have accomplished. I will keep working for as ...
Fred: There needs to be a punishment. Me: For whom? Fred: For misbehavior. Me: For whom? Fred: *completely ignoring me* Yep. This will do. This is it. Me: I hope you’re not talking about students. You realize there is a discipline policy. Fred: *gets up off the ground, smiles...