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The following is an extract (first paragraph of chapter 20) of Dearly Devoted Dexter by Jeff Lindsay. It's the latest book I've been reading and I'm in love with Lindsay's writing style and the dry sense of humour he puts into his work.
I am not shy about admitting my modest talents. For example, I am happy to admit that I am better than average at clever remarks, and I also have a flair for getting people to like me. But to be perfectly fair to myself, I am ever-ready to confess my shortcomings, too, and a quick round of soul-searching forced me to admit that I had never been any good at all at breathing water. As I hung there from the seat belt, dazed and watching the water pour in and swirl around my head, this began to seem like a very large character flaw.