Cognitive-Behavioral Therapy by Tao Lin
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Book Summary Author: Tao Lin Edition: Paperback Audio: English (Unknown); English (Original Language); English (Published) Published: 2008-05-15 ISBN: 1933633484 Number of pages: 101 Publisher: Melville House |
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Book Reviews of the Cognitive-Behavioral Therapy
Customer Review: So powerfully did the whole grim act of puberty affect me
Summary: 5 Stars
In this clever satire, tao lin, British radio and television broadcaster, satirises--in an often uproaringly and hillarious fashion--the feeling of puberty in young males based on the premise of the original book, "Why are my Balls Dropping, Daddy?," but deriving seriousness through euphemism and innuendo.
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cherish such emotions. For though the harpooneers, with the great body of the crew, were a far more barbaric, heathenish, and motley set than any of the tame merchant-ship companies which my previous experiences had made me acquainted with, still I ascribed this -- and rightly ascribed it -- to the fierce uniqueness of the very nature of that wild Scandinavian vocation in which I had so abandonedly embarked. But it was especially the aspect of the three chief officers of the ship, the mates, which was most forcibly calculated to allay these colorless misgivings, and induce confidence and cheerfulness in every presentment of the voyage. Three better, more likely sea-officers and men, each in his own different way, could not readily be found, and they were every one of them Americans; a Nantucketer, a Vineyarder, a Cape man. Now, it being Christmas when the ship shot from out her harbor, for a space we had biting Polar weather, though all the time running away from it to the southward; and by every degree and minute of latitude which we sailed, gradually leaving that merciless winter, and all its intolerable weather behind us. It was one of those less lowering, but still grey and gloomy enough mornings of the transition, when with a fair wind the ship was rushing through the water with a vindictive sort of leaping and melancholy rapidity, that as I mounted to the deck at the call of the forenoon watch, so soon as I levelled my glance towards the taffrail, foreboding shivers ran over me. Reality outran apprehension; Captain Ahab stood upon his quarter-deck.
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