To pass the time, Walter did mental tallies of what had gone wrong in the world in the hours since he’d awakened in the Days Inn. Net population gain: 60,000. New acres of American sprawl: 1,000. Birds killed by domestic and feral cats in the United States: 500,000. Barrels of oil burned worldwide: 12,000,000. Metric tons of carbon dioxide dumped into the atmosphere: 11,000,000. Sharks murdered for their fins and left floating finless in the water: 150,000 … The tallies, which he recalculated as the hour grew even later, brought him a strange spiteful satisfaction. There are days so bad that only their worsening, only a descent into an outright orgy of badness, can redeem them.
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Jeg har ikke hørt om denne boken før, men ut i fra sitatet ser det ut som en bom som passer meg perfekt:) Var det en god bok?
Ja, jeg likte den veldig godt, en av de beste jeg har lest i år. Han skriver veldig bra og har mange flotte formuleringer.
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