Book Review: Mr. Tucker & Me by Gregor Xane
Interdimensional Gas Station? Check.
Squirrels that watch TV and “laugh when they’re supposed to laugh … not mimicking the laugh tracks on sitcoms, either?” Check.
Alien slugs and wicked babies in jars with sharp teeth? Check.
Just a lonely, relatable widower out for a Sunday cruise with his pet squirrel? Check.
Highly enjoyable and, if under duress, I would even admit I laughed out loud a time or two. For less than a buck, I’ll make the decision for you. Buy it. (And buckle up).