Beautiful
book by
Thomas Pynchon about daughters missing mothers, ex-husbands missing ex-wives, mothers missing daughters, and getting half-dead
Thatanoids to help you reverse the
Death Touch so that you and the
ninja grrl can figure out why
Ronald Reagan took someone off the
government payout prematurely. Also, watch out for those
aliens that try to kidnap you from
charter flights to Hawaii -- but a certain
synthesized ukulele note will fix them just right.
Also the only
Thomas Pynchon novel to even warrant the thought of a
movie adaptation, since it has the straightest
plot of any of his works.
OK, I lied. The book is about
pot,
television, and
plate glass windows made of
sugar.
We all suggest you read it.