I remember a few years back being at an Aunties house helping out while she recovered from hospital. One day while she slept rather than drive home then drive back a few hours later I had the misfortune of looking at her bookshelves. Some good old thrillers there, too big to start reading today, then a little paperback edged forward. James Patterson the Quickie, I still shudder at it now. With an old china tea pot brewing and a few of Aunties sweets I began. Ten pages in I kept looking at the cover just to check the author. Further reading and the tea like the book tasted bitter. Now I'll admire anyone who can write a book, long or short but this one, no. With no characters, no chapters no anything really, I page skipped all the way through and still got the ending right. The only good thing from this is to fully appreciate a great book, thank god for Mr King!
I hid the book to keep Auntie safe.
I hid the book to keep Auntie safe.