Thomas Mackee, I think I love you. 
 For a moment, I can't help thinking how decent he is - that there's some hope for him beyond the obnoxious image he displays. Maybe deep down he is a sensitive guy, who sees us as real people with real issues. I want to say something nice. Some kind of thanks. I stand there, rehearsing it in my mind. 
 "Oh my God," he says, "did you see that girl's tits?" 
 Maybe not today. 
 ~ 
 I lean against a streetlight and throw up, just near his shoe. He looks down at the ground and then at me. 
 "The guacamole was a mistake," he says matter-of-factly. 
 ~ 
 I can't say that I loved Saving Francesca. I completely get why other people were jiving on the book, but this one was not a grabber for me. The buildup to the emotional ending was a lot of filler conversations and scenes that didn't always need to be there. While reading her other book Jellicoe Road, I felt satisfied at the end, completely okay with all of the roundabouts that brought me to the conclusion. 
 Even with that, I do absolutely plan on reading The Piper's Son because Thomas Mackee was the saving grace of this story. Put that guy on a t-shirt. I'll rock it.