For ultra-weird but extremely funny (and even touching) stories, you really can’t beat the Author Guy’s books. Take his earlier books: Enormous lizards? Artificial whales? Stupid angels and Jesus? Shakespeare, Impressionist painters… you get the drift. I’ll just say it: Christopher Moore can pretty much do no wrong. Here’s a slightly edited version of what I wrote on Goodreads: Now if only they can get little Sophie to stop babbling about the coming battle for the very soul of humankind…Ĭhristopher Moore with “squirrel people”. To get to the bottom of this abomination, a motley crew of heroes will band together: the seven-foot-tall death merchant Minty Fresh retired policeman turned bookseller Alphonse Rivera the Emperor of San Francisco and his dogs, Bummer and Lazarus and Lily, the former Goth girl. He’s trapped in the body of a fourteen-inch-tall “meat” waiting for his Buddhist nun girlfriend, Audrey, to find him a suitable new body to play host.

Death Merchant Charlie Asher is just as flummoxed as everyone else. Someone-or something-is stealing them and no one knows where they are going, or why, but it has something to do with that big orange bridge. People are dying, but their souls are not being collected. Something really strange is happening in the City by the Bay. In San Francisco, the souls of the dead are mysteriously disappearing-and you know that can’t be good-in New York Times bestselling author Christopher Moore’s delightfully funny sequel to A Dirty Job. But hey, somebody's gotta do it.“Take a Peek” book reviews are short and (possibly) sweet, keeping the commentary brief and providing a little peek at what the book’s about and what I thought. Yep, it seems that Charlie Asher has been recruited for a new job, an unpleasant but utterly necessary one: Death. Strange names start appearing on his nightstand notepad, and before he knows it, those people end up dead, too. People start dropping dead around him, giant ravens perch on his building, and it seems that everywhere he goes, a dark presence whispers to him from under the streets. But see him Charlie does, and from here on out, things get really weird. Read more in mint-green at Rachel's hospital bedside - a man who claims that no one should be able to see him. As Charlie prepares to go home after the birth, he sees a strange man dressed. But normal service is about to be interrupted. And she, Rachel, is about to have their first child. He's married to a bright and pretty woman who actually loves him for his normality. He owns a building in the heart of San Francisco, and runs a second-hand store with the help of a couple of loyal, if marginally insane, employees.

A little hapless, somewhat neurotic, more of a Beta than an Alpha Male. Chris Moore tackles death - make that Death - in his latest wonderful, whacked-out yarn.

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