Fuck the age old saying. I do believe that somewhere, we all judge books by their covers. Reading one right now called Miss New York Has Everything that looks brainless as hell with clouds and suitcases and an airhostess on the cover. I'd settled down for a nice quick brainless read. Its nice and quick, but really not brainless. Sweet. That's the word for it. Its a sweet book. (PS: I don't mean that in a Dooood that's sweeeet way.)
Anyway. I must quote from it in my book-Nazi propaganda way.
So here it is.
The great writer Raymond Carver once said he was a cigarette with a writer attached. Brendan Behan, the Irish playwright and poet called himself a drunk with a writing problem.
Me, I was a pair of wings with a notebook I never talked about.
Chick lit. I'd thought this would be trivial.