Publisher: Curiosity Quills Press
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Working for the man upstairs stinks, but working with Samantha, an angel in training? Offensive!
Only one thing is so powerful, so dangerous that Heaven and Hell must work together to find it: the Shard of Gabriel.
With a mysterious Black Cloud of Death hot on the shard’s trail, a desperate Heaven enlists the help of Bartholomew, a demon who knows more about the shard than almost anyone. Six years ago, he had it in his hands. If only he’d used it before his coup to overthrow the Devil failed. Now, he’s been sprung from his eternal punishment to help Samantha, an angel in training, recover the shard before the Black Cloud of Death finds it.
If Bart wants to succeed, he’ll have to fight the temptation to betray Samantha and the allure of the shard. After an existence full of evil, the only way Bart can get right with Hell is to be good.
This was a load of silly fun to read, and I loved it!
The Book of Bart isn't exactly filled with High Humor, so if you don't think fart jokes are funny, this may not be for you. Also, it's highly irreverent and has the potential to offend multitudes of religious readers.
I wouldn't think fans of 700 Club are going to look at this, and think this is their next Must-Read anyway.
Although, the guy on the cover bears a striking resemblance to Pat Robertson.... Huh.
Is there a good solid plot to this?
An angel and a demon go to high school.
Haven't I read that one before, you ask?
Uh, not like this, you haven't.
This isn't a young adult novel about defying the odds and finding Twue Wuv. Sorry, kids, this one is for mature audiences only.
The appeal isn't in the setting, it's in the goofy tongue-in-cheek writing style. This is not a story about a reluctant Fallen Angel who redeems himself. This revolves around an obnoxious demon who thoroughly enjoys the role he plays in corrupting souls. He's a self-centered, belligerent, intolerant, asshole...with a penchant for deflowering virgins.
Think: Satanic unicorn.
After an unsuccessful attempt to take over the other Land Down Under, Bart's been stuck in the ass-rapey prison part of Hell. And as enjoyable as that might sound, he'd really like to square things with the Big Guy Downstairs, so he can get back to earth...and into one of his designer suits.
Or maybe even a young unsullied brunette?
The book starts when an unknown benefactor springs him from the Pokey *snicker* on a work-release program, of sorts. But before Bart can enjoy his new-found freedom, he finds out that the terms of his parole may be worse than anything he could have imagined.
See, he's been loaned out to the Other team.
Now he's stuck with an Angel-In-Training and an inept Demon Hunter as partners, while they attempt to *gag* Save the World.
Or something equally offensive.
I snickered and smiled my way through the whole thing. Yeah, once or twice the jokes veered off into Over-The-Top-Land, but it didn't take away from my enjoyment. At. All.
Or let me put it this way:
I started it yesterday afternoon, and didn't put it down until I finished.
If you get a chance, don't pass this one up!