My review of the audiobook of The Yellow Birds by Kevin Powers (read by Holter Graham) is now up at Shelf Awareness. Mostly I'm happy with the review, and I cherish my lede ("A war novel lives or dies by its narrator") with unseemly affection, but in the cold light of Internet pixels I see that once again I've overwritten a sentence or two. Sentences I'm too chagrined about to quote here. (And I know that previous sentence is a fragment.)