Twice Upon a Time by James Riley

I have been known to use a bit of sarcasm in dealing with my urchins. (“Wow! You cleaned your room without being asked. Let’s give you a prize!”) Said urchins have been known to blame their propensity for sarcasm on me, their long-suffering mom. (“Where do you think we get the sarcasm from, the postman?”) I have a fairly high tolerance for snark and sarcasm, which may or may not be a good thing. However, 340 pages of unremitting sarcasm, and not-very-witty sarcasm at that, surpasses my limit.… Read more…