The author claims this is a funny murder mystery. It is not funny! It is a horrid demeanment of all that is honorable in American life. Poo! Fie and Begone I say! One of the main characters is homosexual. Homosexuals do not belong in books. They belong in jail. A jail in Afghanistan. His name is Sean Featherbottom and we are led to believe that he killed a vital young prostitute. What a loss! She is the only positive character in the book. To you, vile author, I say, "Get Serious!" Faun Sheatherbottom, The Flufferington Beacon.

If you like funny you will like this book. If you like trash you will like this book. Funny Trash. Boy, are you a weirdo! Earl Burr Diggers, The Honolulu Tattler.

Mr. Thompson would have us believe that eighteen year old prostitutes are running around in large law firms at night. This is not possible and thus the so-called mystery in this book needs no solution. It could not happen. Even in fiction. Our saintly and beloved Mother Mary of Magdalene would come and lick your balls before something like this could happen. The Rev. Gordon Pureman, St. James Bulletin.

I have no idea what purpose this book serves. Perhaps it is intended as a cure for constipation or insomnia, but one would be bored to death before the cure set in. I, of course, did not read it. I assigned that task to one of my assistants who soon thereafter was found dead sitting on the toilet with her eyes peacefully closed and this book in her hands. Teely Feltaway, The Houston Crude (Oil) News.

My reviews are of high literary merit. This book is not meritricious, from a literary viewpoint or otherwise. In this boring and debilitated account the protagonist accidentally comes to quite wrongly, which always happens in French novellas, which are generally copied from one of the ancient accounts of events in Mongolia, pin the overly described life ending event on a noble and elite practitioner of the legal art instead of the simpering fluffy-themed Sean Featherbottom who so obviously did it. In other words, such as English, the stupid so-called author pinned it on the wrong person. Billy Hill, The Tennessee Hilltown Chronicle.