Okay, so I picked up a cheap paperback thriller somewhere--like Walgreens or whatever--to read on days when I'm feeling brainless.
Anyway, I cracked that puppy open today while waiting in the car to pick up Z from school and the VERY FIRST SENTENCE HAD A COMMA SPLICE.
Okay, I think perhaps author-who-shall-not-be-named (but is raking in big bucks, I'm sure) is making a stylistic choice. Judge not and all that biz.
Flash forward 60 seconds. Two paragraphs down, there is a dependent clause standing alone as a sentence.
Flash forward 20 seconds: ANOTHER dependent clause sits there all by its sad little lonesome.
Umm... don't publishing houses employ editors anymore? No?
I shall be perturbed all day.
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