While reading this book people kept asking me what it's about, I could never really give them an answer so I didn't try.  I told them instead to go buy a copy and there money would be well spent.  Well spent in the sense that this was a much better experience than two packs of expensive beer and a loud night.  I'm not saying I dislike those things or that this book was only worth two pack of beer.  Someone give me an address and I'll send Pargin a couple cases of Dogfish Head or some other yuppie buy delicious beer to compensate for the story I have infecting my brain at the moment.

Usually when I see a warning on a dust cover or as introduction to a book/magical tome, a reoccurring theme featured most medieval grimoire, I'll groan a bit but still bite into it usually disappointing.  Hell the Simon Necronomicon had an entire book as a warning/forestory called Dead Names which didn't dent in anyway the mediocrity of the time.  This, yea, this was a nice exception to the rule.  It's a kinda story that works its way into your mind, wraps around your brain stem, and changes the way you see the world while your immersed in it.  It brings about something I could only describe as a soft place; ok I stole that from Neil Gaiman, whatever.  Hmmmm, not sure where I'm going with this and the coffee cup is low so I need to move to another store I guess.

Well if a book could bang my girlfriend I would hope it was this one.  If you're just popping through and haven't read it yet then, yea go do that.