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A note on the title: Despite my best efforts, I can't seem to find any record of the book in question. It's possible that I misread the title or the author, but a part of me refuses to believe this. A part of me desperately wants it to exist somewhere out there. The binding looked pretty unprofessional—Kinko's Job-esque, even—so my money is riding on self-published.
Where: Q-train
Who was reading: A young woman with ramrod-straight posture. She wore a jaunty English-looking coat and rain-boots that could easily pass for riding boots.
Things that could be described as drippier:
A nose, relative to an elbow.
An ice-cube, relative to a cube of ham.
A fountain pen, relative to a piece of chalk.
An incontinent squid, relative to most things.
April, relative to May... hopefully.
What I imagine the book is like: Exactly the same as Margaret Atwood's Cat's Eye except with popsicles instead of girls.
My bet? You just spotted Amy Hui, reading her proof copy on the way home from Kinko's.
ReplyDeleteIf she has (and she should - all authors should) set up Google Alerts on her name and title, this very early publicity should make her day.
(Still waiting for you to spot one of mine. 'Cause that totally would make my day.)
I was hoping “incontinent squid” and “ham cubes” would appear as labels at the bottom. Now please excuse me, I have to wipe my elbows again.
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