No sooner do I get my copy of The Mall home from the Book Lounge, than it bursts into a mysterious blue flame. The blurb appeared as in words of fire. See singed back cover.
Anyone else reporting strange Mall-related manifestations?
Gosh, this is odd. I hope it didn't set anything else alight.
I knew the reviews say this is one smokin'-hot book, but...
Louis, that pic is insane. Vancouver? Where women with prams wait sedately at bus-stops, at midnight?
Sorry, Henrietta. This was only supposed to happen to the books sent out to critics.
