SOMOZA GRATITUDE: THE PERFUME 2.0 palindrome 
Before someone decides to believe that compliment regarded as grotesque dictators, I clarify that this post is my gratitude
reader Jose Carlos Somoza
awkwardly titled novel by
THE BAIT. A splendid thriller narrated from not going to tell you virtually nothing and has kept me hooked over successive evenings, after being eaten, the book, of course, by the ferocious readers are my wife and my daughter. All three agree on our fascination with the narrative somociana after
CLARA read us the intense and gloom (which do not understand where is the European film version, go to god) and now this book I deal with obvious pleasure. What is
THE BAIT? Then say, well, ranging from pleasure and Shakespeare and
psinomas and philia. Yes, I should clarify that Edith and Lorraine passed me when I maintain that
THE BAIT is
THE PERFUME 2.0 , fiction also much admired in the family library shortly. It seems to me just mention, in a bloody anthology subjective (as is any compendium), a couple of sentences of the book, slyly taken out of context: (...)
"end up believing that God (...) I think of death as an orgasm" and "nothing leaves us as helpless as pleasure, not even fear."
Before someone decides to believe that compliment regarded as grotesque dictators, I clarify that this post is my gratitude reader Jose Carlos Somoza awkwardly titled novel by THE BAIT. A splendid thriller narrated from not going to tell you virtually nothing and has kept me hooked over successive evenings, after being eaten, the book, of course, by the ferocious readers are my wife and my daughter. All three agree on our fascination with the narrative somociana after CLARA read us the intense and gloom (which do not understand where is the European film version, go to god) and now this book I deal with obvious pleasure. What is THE BAIT? Then say, well, ranging from pleasure and Shakespeare and psinomas and philia. Yes, I should clarify that Edith and Lorraine passed me when I maintain that THE BAIT is THE PERFUME 2.0 , fiction also much admired in the family library shortly. It seems to me just mention, in a bloody anthology subjective (as is any compendium), a couple of sentences of the book, slyly taken out of context: (...) "end up believing that God (...) I think of death as an orgasm" and "nothing leaves us as helpless as pleasure, not even fear." 
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