Chapter 1: Borrowed this book from the library, the huge hardback. Bumped into former boss. “What’s that?” she asked, and I showed it to her. She made a face. “Crap?” I asked. Then she went on to explain how the Guardian uses it as a benchmark of literary crappiness.
Chapter 2: I went to the toilet and put the book on the tissue paper dispenser. Someone entered the stall beside mine and slammed the door, which jarred the book, and it fell straight into the toilet. I only peed, but still. The crapper.
Chapter 3: Stephen ends a segment with… “And why you don’t find out until the very last page of Dan Brown’s The Lost Symbol that you just crapped away $29.95.”
Coincidence?? Pretty much, but I have a book to wash, dry and iron. And return as soon as possible. I’m 1/5 through, and I think I’ll leave it at that. Won’t spoil the ending by reading it.
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