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Every so often, when reading a book, I'll come across a line or a smashing together of words that makes me screech to a halt out of appreciation and jealousy. Currently, I'm reading Easy to Like, by fellow Newfoundlander, Edward Riche.
Elliot, the newly appointed head of the CBC, sees a lovely lilt of boob peeking out at him from across a crowded table. Upon seeing it,
" ... He was buzzing in the sex-crime tendrils and jellies."
Had to share that.
Lee Burton doesn't have cats or kids, but he does have a lot of books, a couple of mugs he thinks are really fantastic, and a good pair of shoes which haven't fallen apart yet despite his best efforts to murder them with kilometers.
Burton has written almost six books. Almost six as some are still scantily clad in their respective drawers. Each of them had their own goals and were written differently, and he is very fond of them all -- except perhaps for his first attempt at a novel, which remains a travesty. That one he keeps locked in a dark basement and feeds it fish heads.
In 2011, Burton won the Percy Janes Award for Best Unpublished First Novel in the Newfoundland and Labrador Arts and Letters Competition for his novel Raw Flesh in the Rising.
And just recently, in the fall of 2013, Burton published his first science-fiction novel, THIS LAND, about which he boasts constantly.
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