Full Disclosure, Confessions from the Bottom Shelf.

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

Mummy Knew

A Predator Priest

August will be the month of weighty tomes and haute literature.


About kara

We know our letters just fine, and we know our numbers to a certain point, but books were always the realm of four-eyed poindexters with bowler hats and cravats. That’s why it pleases us so that America’s proud illiterates are finally stepping up and pushing back against the crushing tide of education that threatens to swallow us all into its gaping maw of checked facts. Champions of the Ignorantiat will not like it here.
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