an absolute abortion of a book

I'm the oldest, my brother, Dylan, is the next oldest—my Irish twin.” “Irish twin?” “He's ten months younger, what is referred to sarcastically as an Irish twin. My parents still live in the same flat in Dublin I grew up in. I haven't been home much the last twelve years or so. How about you, darlin'?”

Then he stomped his sandaled foot on the gas, and the car lurched ahead.

In Australia, we like ‘froot’, for front boot.)