Currently reading : change. hope. (tear it off) perverted words, today. lies, all lies.
“She tied off the left sleeve of her coat, moved out of the apartment and into the hallway, missing the forearm already but resolved to leaving it… A single forearm was well-worth the escape.”
Again, it is such a shame that so many good books have to bear such ugly covers on their surface.
I suspect that Rae Bryant’s The Indefinite State of Imaginary Morals might really be worth reading from the beginning to the end, but I’m not completely sure about it.
I mean, abrasive is a surface. Only apply abrasives to another surface, superface. Ugly becomes superugly.
Wanna give it a try anyway? It’s here.