The coal was terrible stuff—Indian, Abdul told me. The dart was used often and I saw some monster clinkers.

The reader is less likely to throw the book down in a fit of disgust than she is to be lulled into a theta state, a highway hypnosis induced by page after page of incantatory prose.

Sunshine ranks high in the island's greates burger debate, while the chicken egg rolls with mango chutney and jerk mayo and fabulous fish tacos elevate pub grub to an art.

Youse bettah look out, honey, or dey'll cotch youalls, shuah!"