Abandon ship! Abandon ship! I must mark this one read, as in past tense, before another brain cell is cast overboard. I get the point, but not the prose. The payoff is not worth enduring the waves of drivel. The anyhows, somewhats, and kindas are drowning me alive. I knew my reading ship had hit the fatal iceberg once I reached the sea of repeated phrases—I was going down, fast. Mr. Caulfield, I hope you can swim, because I’m kicking you off.