by Bryan Taylor
About The Author
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If you are easily offended, don't read this book. If you love to laugh and make fun of everything, then do read this book. Simple as that!
This book pokes fun at everything. I went into this not really knowing what to expect. I don't read much religious satire writings, or much in the way of either religious or satire books at all. So I was pleasantly surprised by how much I enjoyed this book. It made me laugh out loud several times throughout the book and when I wasn't laughing I am sure I was grinning like an idiot.
Don't go into this expecting some great, in depth look at religion, or nuns, or anything serious. Don't expect the characters to have complex, detailed personalities. This is not the next great novel destined to be a classic and talked about at Ivy League colleges for the next century. What it is, though, is a great, light hearted read that will make anyone that doesn't take themselves too seriously laugh and shake their heads at the antics that these women get up to. This book will take you on a fun, sacrilegious journey that will make you almost feel like you are there with Coito and her sisters in arms.
I have to say that the image of a young girl sucking on some helium before entering a confessional is one of the funniest things that has stuck with me from the earlier part of the book. I can't believe I had never thought of it myself. I have a twisted sense of humor that really helped me get a kick out of this book. As I said before, if you get offended easily, or are super religious and take everything very seriously, then I would not recommend that you read this book.
I do recommend this book to everyone that loves to laugh, has an off the wall sense of humor, and enjoys a fun read involving nymphomaniac former nuns. If you believe in Hell, and that you will go there for reading and enjoying something that unapologetically makes fun of some very sacred beliefs, then don't read this book! Or take that chance, it might just be worth the risk because this book is more fun than a barrel full of midget priests inside a stolen hearse!
About The Book
Genre: Humor, Satire
Publisher: Dragon Tree Books
Release Date: July 23, 2013
“Blessed are they who read The Three Sisters, for they shall inherit eternal laughter.” — Matthew 5:66
“The most pestilential book ever vomited out of the jaws of Hell.” — Billy Sunday
“Les trois soeurs valent bien une messe.” – Henry IV “Lasciate ogne speranza, voi che leggete Le Tre Sorelle.” – Dante Alighieri
Warning: The Surgeon General has determined that reading The Three Sisters may lead to Eternal Damnation. Side effects may include a renewed sense of humor and a better sex life.
The college I was at had a small Newman Club for committed collegiate Catholics, who still spent most of their youthful years behaving more like St. Augustine than Cardinal Newman. Some of my friends and I set up a Joyce Club as a refuge for lapsed Catholics, and during our years there, we successfully filched several members of the Newman Club and got them to join our own. Whenever this occurred, I could share the great joy the father in the Bible must have experienced when the Prodigal Son returned home, or the shepherd had found his lost sheep. Working with this close-knit group of friends and learning from each other made college worthwhile. Moreover, there were hundreds of naïve young freshmen each year ripe for corrupting whom I could gird up my loins for, exchange jelly for juice, and turn them into cynics with amazing ease.
Academic life also gave me the opportunity to express my artistic talents in ways that impressed my coterie of college friends. When it snowed, a not infrequent event in Chicago, we created chionic masterpieces that lasted until the sun melted them away. Some were conventional, like Marie Antoinette Gets the Guillotine, but when the college was too cheap to build new sidewalks for its students we put together a column of legless snowmen and snowwomen sitting on their carts and pushing themselves along with paper signs on them saying, “Chicago’s disabled demand new sidewalks!” Thus we married the avant-garde to social activism.
We would also create living art, recreating and transmogrifying great works of the past. The one that got me and my fellow artists into real trouble was when we recreated Da Vinci’s Last Supper with me in puris naturalibus as The Naked Maja recumbent upon the table in front of Christ and his disciples. If the college officials had complained about the anachronistic juxtaposition of Da Vinci’s Cenacle and Goya’s Ode to Pubic Hair as the Christ and his disciples argued over who was going to pay thirty pieces of silver for me, I would have understood their objections, but instead they complained about my full frontal nudity, even though I was as faithful to Goya’s original as I could be. Sure, Billy Sunday wouldn’t have liked it, but he had died decades before. We referred to our masterpieces as Mama Art, the indirect descendent of Dada Art.