Heather Reisman’s monopoly on the Canadian book market fills me with !ndigo-nation!
Indian raitas pen a lot of naan-fiction. They unfold at a curried paste. I like to sit down in Mahal and read them. I got so engrossed the last time when my mom was leaving the house I didn’t even wish her ‘Mum, bai.’ Lucky she left me a deli sandwich. I Vishnu could read them all, but in India, of these books, they ban galore.
Prison novels have their prose and cons.
Some children’s books are awful. Whinny the Poo was complete horse shit.
Hunched over on your e-bike? You look like Quasi moto!
Hungry novelists enjoy dinner with all the fictions.
Jane Austen was a fan of online enumeration. Just look at her book, Census and Sensible-IT.
Cervantes was a great speechmaker, but his greatest of all was Don Keynote.
Colonel Kurtz took a lot of measures to discipline his soldiers. In fact he spear-headed every one.
This week’s hot lit pick: Maybe Dick by Her/Man Melville, with famous opening line “Call me shemale.”