If you’ve ever got an indeterminate return time for your car from the mechanic (and are trying not to think about the possibility that your transmission may be shot only three months after your car went out of warranty), I highly suggest grabbing a cab to the nearest mall and sitting at a corporate coffee shop to observe the local fauna and flora. Yes, flora. As in VEGETABLES. I did get one nice feeling though, and that was a burst of olfactory triggered memory as I walked past the unopened Coles store. Oh my god. It still smells exactly the same as it did nearly 25 years ago—a melange of paper, plastic, moldy carpet, employee hostility, and customer resentment. Ah… The memories… “Madam, I’m sure I neither know nor care when your new Harlequins will come in…” (Except at 15 it came out closer to “Pfft.”)
- Bad sex in fiction goes to Littel’s incestuous twins… I’m… not really sure… how this could be bad?
- Hachette to fight chopping of trees (see what I did there?)
- Indigo also wants to go green… Green frames, green candles, green pens, green coffee mugs… and they refuse to make space for any more dirty paper books until they’re no longer printed on paper… and no longer not shaped like novelty erasers
- Dr. Who’s library?
- Border’s latest bail out scheme—convince hearts of creditors with tiny Facebook group
- Don’t rule out crack just yet—Jane Austen’s cause of death not universally agreed on
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