In the name of Ptah,
in the name of his consort Mut after whom I was called and his son
Khons who is the moon and time, in the hope that my heart will weigh
heavily against the feather and I may live and die in Maat which is
truth, I declare that my name is Mutnodjme and my sister is the most
beautiful woman in the world.
So
basically all this to say: My name's Mut something and my sister's
hot. (I'm paraphrasing, mind you.) Talk about making a municipal dump
site out of a cigarette butt. All that - 68 words - to say, hi.
The
next paragraph rambles on about some life story. Why should anyone
care though? Who is this person? The MC? Do we really need the info
on his birth certificate so soon, before the story begins?
Paragraph
three: A police description of Mut something. With lots of foreign
words, the attention miser's eyes start to glaze over, and s/he starts
thinking of doing something else, anything else to stop reading this
book.
First
thing said:
“Egypt is called
the Black Land, because of the rich soil deposited by the river.”
Is
my grade 11 history teacher in this book? If not, this was most likely written for grade 11 history teachers.
Chapter
Two shows promise:
It
is a serious business, marrying a Pharaoh.
Unfortunately,
I never got that far.
Sincerely,
Rudy Globird
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