I cannot believe the unmitigated shit I’ve read during the month of July. I lay blame on: weakness of an addled mind that needs diversions from reality, and the ability to download salacious shit instantly onto my ipad in bed late at night (I would never bring these actual flesh and blood shit “books” into my home).
Read it and weep:
Rob Lowe’s Memoirs
The Man in the Rockefeller Suit
A Predator Priest
August will be the month of weighty tomes and haute literature.