One Potato Review

They’re not bad, just impulsive. All of the other good soldiers complete their assignment, returning one delicious crystal each to the big old lazy queen, but these two decide to sample the merchandise, wallowing initially like Tony Montana, then scooped for their insolence into a cup of hot java, and furthermore barely escaping the perils of a toaster, a garbage disposal, and an electrical outlet. The wages of exploration from an author who’s never done anything else from this perspective, and seems surprised by the possibilities. With a different color light bulb for every page, and endless horizons.