|I love this sort of thing. I wish I could be the subject.|
Also, an older woman, because.
|Well, at least he didn't add 'the Wake'|
to the title.
So far so good.
|The book cover.|
All of this is rather beside the point, however, because what I realised was the character of the choices that I had made here was, how to put this, hardly masculine fayre. Indeed, one may almost argue it to be feminine, if one were able to genderise books and reading choices. However, increasingly, I find that I am drawn to less stereotypically 'male' books. Mainly because stereotypically 'male' books are badly written wank fests by an author who wants to find as many ways as possible to describe blood (hint, it's crimson), spatter (hint, it's always a fountain) and sex (hint, it's tastefully left out, but the woman tends to throw herself at the main character). This is rather unsurprising given my jealousy for all things feminine generally and twisted version of respect for women and their clothing and lifestyle choices. But, nevertheless, I considered it worthy enough to talk about here. A meatier and more cerebral post for a change.