Either the author laced the novel throughout with references and images of pubic hair, or it was my mind that willed the frequent stares toward that region. A biography fictionalized or a fictional biography. Could not tell the difference, didn't make a difference. Still made it a nicely written book, despite or inlight of the constant pubic fascination.
Basically, it's about the writer's relationship with a woman and the life that she leads and ultimately the desire to share her life with the world. Could not believe how easy this was to read, even with the many passages in italic, but then, it might have been so enthralling that nothing could have quelled the power it yielded.
They should print more of the world's books in Japan, they had to be the most wonderfully fragrant—not at all overpowering as I buried my face in the pages some many times, taking full whiffs as I did—and tactually pleasant pages I have ever had the pleasure of reading. National Geographic is printed in Japan.
Being the first to borrow the book from the library felt kinda cool.
Tuesday, 7 August 2001 - 05:13
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