Oh no...I caught that; my comment was a plea in the dark. As an aside, I started to read some of Ken Follett's books had to stop for the very same reasons...Cliffies are all well and fine, it's when an author overdoses on them...
It's sleepy time for me, I will check out Ch 149 in the morning...
I thought CJ's chapter, when our protagonist falls off the boat in the roaring 40's and is facing drowning, to be one of his best chapters, cliffie aside...
Too many 'moments' stood out in this chapter, but I loved the following...
She smiled and licked her lips in anticipation, the things she was going to accomplish with Kenny running logistics, her mind was already calculating the expansion prospects.
“Oh and I want a ‘If you make my brother cry’ clause that delivers me his testicles on a silver platter.” Lydia smiled a deep, dark, menacing smile. “No one makes Steve cry but me.”
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“Ah, got it. Well, I’ll let you go. Maybe I’ll see you around the condo soon,” he said with a warm smile. He bent down to Forest. “Uncle Marvin’s heading out now, okay? Be good for your dad, alright?”
He offered Forest his finger to grab, and Forest clutched it with a tiny fist. Dailan looked up at me again and smiled.
“Wait—Marvin!”
What a great use of the anthology theme, loved the part about the cats, hats, and waistcoats!!!
And I am very glad that I now feel better about my 70-some odd tropical shirts, some go back to the days of Pearl Harbor in 1941!!
CJ James, the undisputed master of the cliffhanger, with every freaking chapter...it got to the point it was ridiculously repetitive, and for me started to distract from the story, and in my opinion, was unnecessary. it could have been sooo much better....
Please tell me you aren't gonna do the same...
So unnecessarily sad...
The Major looked at Will for a long time, "I can't forgive you, you know that don't you."
Will nodded, "Yes."
"But you know I love you."
"I know," Will replied quietly, looking up into those terribly sad eyes of his father. There would be no reconciliation, only understanding that they were so radically different there never could be. But then, you never could choose family; they often were the ones you were stuck with.