What The Book Is About

H.X. Sin has crafted a novel in an attempt challenge everything. He began by developing his own linguistic rhythm and combined it with a stylistic design in the hopes of taking books a step forward. In simple words that is what the book is about, going forward.

The Book contains two stories, reading them separately or combined give you a different feel for what is going on. This is a very different book from what you are used to reading.

This is not a book most will understand and never claims to be. Layered with social satire the antagonist ponders the world around him wondering why ignorance begets ignorance he is torn between his loathing of human nature and his desire to lead mankind away from its own destruction. Yet above all else he must never give up to the pressure of other peoples beliefs and always following his own personal moral code. Some how though his moral code turns gray when it comes to woman and sex... sometimes he just can't help himself. But it's not easy when you've been accused of murder.

If Kisses Were Bullets... works its way through the history of the main character. We read from his perspective as love and life cut him short. Like the police and everyone around him we wonder if there was something in his past that could have created a brutal serial killer or was he in the wrong place at the wrong time or are his paranoid delusions real and he's being set up?

"The idea that people change. The child eating paste isn’t the accountant on Monroe Street. Does the child cease to exist?"

H.X Sin brings art back to the novel.

"Liz rolled on top of me, kissing my neck. I was still somewhere else, lost in thought processes but she was straddling me. When she began to undress, like most men, my higher brain functions ceased. All of my resources were diverted to physical and visual stimuli. Next thing I knew, we're having sex. I knew the situation was off or at least I should have thought it was off. My suit for the funeral was hanging in the corner. My mother died not thirty feet from where I was. I was having sex with the passing girl. We were making noise to drown out the sounds of pain."
- Excerpt from If Kisses Were Bullets...