I absent-mindedly stuffed all of my large Blizzard down my gullet, yes, but it didn’t leave much of an impression compared to the book I was reading as I did, plus it took me an unusually long amount of time to finish it off. Second of all, even though I’d walked all the way there in 80+ degree heat for the sole reason that I wanted to try the Blizzard of the Month, lemon meringue pie, I barely paid any attention to the thing once I’d bought it. This was the first time I’d attempted making that particular trek whilst reading, and I don’t know if I trust myself to make it again, what with all of the obstacles, and the whole walking-on-the-side-of-the-road bit. First of all, I put myself at greater risk of walking into traffic than usual just so I wouldn’t have to wait the 45 minutes it takes me to walk to Dairy Queen and back to continue reading it. Instead, I’ll tell you a couple things which should make clear how thoroughly engrossed this book made me. Part of me wants to write this review in the form of a list, rattling off every comparison that occurred to me in the process of reading it. Reading it brought to mind everything from the short-lived television series Reaper to Kevin Smith’s Dogma. Despite my mini-rant about making lazy comparisons in my last review, I can hardly help but think of A Dirty Job in terms of its similarities to things I’ve either read or seen.
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