In her brief afterword to Cursed Bread, Sophie Mackintosh tells of a small French town that, in the early 1950s, succumbed to a mass poisoning.
Have just read to the famous dinner party and the accounts of how they met - are they all lyin’ feckers?
Hahaha yes. Maybe. Stuffed if I know!
I have to admit that "quietly in awe of its opaque splendour" is such an apt description of my reaction to so many books. Though I think my definition of "awe" may differ from yours.
Have just read to the famous dinner party and the accounts of how they met - are they all lyin’ feckers?
Hahaha yes. Maybe. Stuffed if I know!
I have to admit that "quietly in awe of its opaque splendour" is such an apt description of my reaction to so many books. Though I think my definition of "awe" may differ from yours.