Hey, readers. Go have a look at this review of Sybil Lamb’s “I’ve Got a Time Bomb” (from Casey the Canadian Lesbrarian). It might be the right book for you?
The only way for me to begin a review of Ottawa-born Sybil Lamb’s novel I’ve Got a Time Bomb is by saying it’s the strangest, most unique book I’ve ever read, and I have no fucking clue how to review it. I think both Sybils (the author and main character share a name, among other similarities) would take this as a compliment, though, so here we go.
You know a book is really hard to describe when the publisher’s blurb barely manages to scratch the surface. Maybe we’ll start with that:
On her way home from a gay wedding, Sybil is ambushed, beaten, and left for dead on the train tracks. Days later, Sybil awakens in a hospital and finds her skull has been reconstructed, but it quickly becomes clear that her version of “normal” and “reality” may have been permanently altered. When she falls in love with a very…
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