The funniest thing I saw in London was in a book shop. I walked in, and directly to the left was a shelf dedicated to "Horrible Childhoods." Yessiree, a long row of abuse physical, sexual and psychological, neglect, forced prostitution, incest, chips for dinner and long overdue diaper changes for you to enjoy in your leisure time. I found the label funny, of course, not the childhoods, which I didn't stop to learn much about.
I proceeded to the mark-down bin, where I found "The Wicked Wit of Insults." I actually bought this book, although it's not very good, because one of the insults on the cover was so funny:
"I'm going to memorize your name and throw my head away."
I spent my free evening slumming in bookstores. I had expected to splurge, but bought just three: the insult book, Donna Tartt's "The Little Friend" (also a mark-down), and Blaise Cendrars' "Moravagine." There were jillions of books I wanted to buy, but couldn't stop thinking how I could get them used online for next to nothing.
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In my opinion The Secret History was a better book. I could not into the Little Friend
I know very little about either of them. THe Little Friend was there in the remainders bin, giving it the advantage.... (and probably proving you right).
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