Dent In My Thigh Skin: A Review

I must confessed before I indulge in my critique that I was far from enthusiastic about reading Mrs. Kwonsberges new novel. Never having read her other works I was not entirely sure what to expect and, in addition, spent little time in contemplation of it. But, after hearing such enthusiastic praise and excitement from my peers about this new "chef-d'œuvre", I felt compelled out of curiosity to read it. I plunged into the book like one plunges into an ocean of icy water - propelled by the forethought of later being able to say that you've done it rather than by the hope of attaining actual pleasure from the experience itself. Little did I know that I would be able to achieve both of these pleasure.
Mrs. Kwonsberge's newest novel, The Dent In My Thigh Skin, to say the least, is captivating. Her words are enraptured in an elegance far surpassing anyone's imagination and are imbibed with a natural sensitivity and acute refinement. Her nuanced style, while paying homage to great novelist of the past, never ceases to hold its own and projects a prominence in its innovative nature and direction.
It is a book of love which never lacks gallantry, a book of adventure which never ceases to be intuitive. It is a work of superiority which is defined in its very humility and honesty. It is fun to read and enlightening at the same time.
I praise with the loudest of applause Mrs. Kwonsberg for her charming yet sophisticate work of art. She has revived my hope in the future of the storyteller, which until now has been falling into the hands of obscurity.
- B.C. Roesanthall