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 the pond counts its blessings and is lucky the Terrorists have Claire Harvey ... - With the Pellists long gone from town, and the Jensenist heresy now disjointed and forlorn - oh complimentary women, why do you forsake us? - the pond us...
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