I just wanted to warn you guys (all eight of you who read this blog) that my posts might be a little sparse for the next few weeks. In keeping with my five-years-behind-the-curve tendencies, I'm finally participating in National Novel Writing Month.
How sad that my sole (to date) post in the "Books" category isn't even about the content of a book but its vile, sleazy, cringe-inducing cover. I've gotta say, though, the cover almost makes me want to read the book, to see if its prose is as lurid and tacky as the cover. When I saw this at the Barnes & Noble a few months ago, I actually did a double-take, unable to believe what I was seeing, right out there on the end of the aisle, where innocent children could see it.