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Hello. My name is Robert, and I havent been dead for sixty-three days now. If he hadnt bought those crummy towels, Rob would be six feet under. But his poor shopping sense accidentally set off a convoluted chain of events that meant he lived when all those others died in the pub explosion. Okay, maybe it wasnt the ugly towels that saved his life. Perhaps it was some oth Hello. My name is Robert, and I havent been dead for sixty-three days now. If he hadnt bought those crummy towels, Rob would be six feet under. But his poor shopping sense accidentally set off a convoluted chain of events that meant he lived when all those others died in the pub explosion. Okay, maybe it wasnt the ugly towels that saved his life. Perhaps it was some other random action, some other small movement that was the utterly trivial yet vitally important factor. And thats the real problem. Now, with his wedding fast approaching, Rob suddenly finds himself paralyzed with indecision-about Every. Little. Thing. He just cant be sure which seemingly innocuous choice will mean the difference between life and death: Should he wash the fork or the knife first? Should he step out of the shower with his left leg or his right leg? Red sweater or blue? One thing is certain: His fiancee, Jo, is at her wits end. To save his relationship and his sanity, Rob embarks on a quest to find out why hes still breathing. When he meets up with others who have had similar lifesaving near misses, he figures the answer must be close. But fate may just catch them yet, for Robs search to understand why hes still alive might well turn out to be the very thing that kills them all. Filled with the barbed and sparkling dialogue that made Things My Girlfriend and I Have Argued About a cult hit, Mil Millingtons Love and Other Near-Death Experiences is a hilarious existential romantic comedy about second guesses and second chances.
Hello. My name is Robert, and I havent been dead for sixty-three days now. If he hadnt bought those crummy towels, Rob would be six feet under. But his poor shopping sense accidentally set off a convoluted chain of events that meant he lived when all those others died in the pub explosion. Okay, maybe it wasnt the ugly towels that saved his life. Perhaps it was some oth Hello. My name is Robert, and I havent been dead for sixty-three days now. If he hadnt bought those crummy towels, Rob would be six feet under. But his poor shopping... Read More