The part of my job that I routinely most enjoy is the piling-up and eventual ripping-open of bags of new books for review. Today, one of these is a large heavy book with a shiny cover in that hue of heavily-saturated candy pink that unmistakably signifies chick lit. On the back there's a partial plot summary about international travel and intrigue and murders and so on, and among the various blurb lines that follow, someone has said 'It's James Bond for girls.'
In which dashing Donners and oracular Oreo contend for the pond's top spot ... - Nothing delights the pond more than reading an anti-censorship tract, especially if it emanates from the bowels of the Catholic church, or perhaps dashin...
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