or ‘books for birds’. It’s a pretty woeful genre, full of cliché-ridden prose, stereotyped characters, predictable plots and low-rent laughs. Books for people who can’t read, some might say. But the title of the book the bint opposite me is reading really needs some sort of prize: “Shopaholic Abroad”.
Kill. Me. Now
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