Please don't buy 'Freedom' by Jonathan Franzen no matter how many pictures from his younger days you come across whilst viewing back copies of The New Yorker (he was quite dishy) because if you're like me - underpaid and grumpy, with an excellent taste in books and shoes (to quote Geet, 'I am my biggest fan') it is quite likely that your admiration for his looks will disappear in a jiffy.
You will then want to toss his book aside. Except you won't be able to. It's quite heavy - for a paperback. You can congratulate yourselves on buying an excellent weapon to aim at your siblings the next time they refuse to knock before entering your room, like you have asked them to but not as much as you will hate yourself for spending a thousand rupees on a book you did not enjoy reading and only finished because you had paid a decent amount of money for it.
Seriously, Jonathan Franzen, if we ever meet I'm going to demand my money back. If you were still good looking, I would've settled for taking a picture with you but we both know that's not the case anymore, is it?
2 comments:
Oh God! I hate it when that happens. And my obsessiveness requires that I finish the book. Hours of my life wasted. That really was a public service message !
Hear, hear. I've had those moments with such books and it made me wonder what possessed the famous authors on the covers to praise those books to the heavens. I mean, that's why I bought the book, you perps.
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