Kow wrote:You must refer to it as Book One, in hushed tones. Apparently.
Aaroncupboard wrote:Cheers Chet, I am aiming to go back through and edit still so thats top notch advice. Cheers.
tigerswiftly wrote:Not sure anyone should feel off for reading HP if they started with them as a youngster. Maybe the prose isn't up to much once you're a bit older and can detect such things, but Rowling did a decent enough job with the world fiction. Pullman's His Dark Materials trilogy is superb and well worth a read. I hate book snobbery. Fuck you, snobbists. Let people read what they want to read and don't judge them for it. Railsea continues to be a delight. Life of Pi next, thenTempy wrote:Pullman's stuff has always sounded decent enough. Never got around to it, and I feel like I owe it to myself to make up for reading 6 Potter books, although I am young enough to say that I got hooked as a kid, and grew out of it in the end.
Something I just realised: Hunter Thompson pretty much never talks about sexual experiences. I think Steadman talked more about his behaviour than most of his own work - fucking womans in a Nixon mask on cam.Tempy wrote:It is good, I liked it. He gets more sex than me though so we aren't on good terms.
I could use a literary fluffer, lemme tell ya.Dark Soldier wrote:I'm reading How To Make Love Like A Porn Star by Jenna Jameson. There have been no tips as of yet though, just something about her being raped. This is not what I was expecting.
Dark Soldier wrote:I'm reading How To Make Love Like A Porn Star by Jenna Jameson. There have been no tips as of yet though, just something about her being raped. This is not what I was expecting.
"I found that the only time to study was before sleeping. I was always too tired to make and eat breakfast, so I would go out and buy a tall 6 pack, put it on the chair beside the bed, rip open a can, take a good pull and then open the scheme sheet. About the time I got to the 3rd can of beer I had to drop the sheet. You could only inject so much. Then I'd drink the rest of the beer, sitting up in bed, staring at the walls. With the last can I'd be asleep. And when I awakened, there was just tie to toilet, bathe, eat and drive back on in.
And you didn't adjust, you simply got more and more tired. I always picked up my 6 pack on the way in, and one morning I was really done. I climbed the staircase (there was no elevator) and put the key in. The door swung open. Somebody had changed all the furniture around, put in a new rug. No, the furniture was new too.
There was a woman on the couch. She looked all right. Young. Good legs. A blonde. "Hello," I said, "care for a beer?" "Hi!" she said. "All right, I'll have one." "I like the way the place is fixed up," I told her. "I did it myself." "But *why*?" "I just felt like it," she said. We each drank at the beer. "You're all right," I said. I put my beercan down and gave her a kiss. I put my hand on one of her knees. It was a nice knee. Then I had another swallow of beer. "Yes," I said, "I really like the way this place looks. It's really going to lift my spirits." "That's nice. My husband likes it too."
"Now why would your husband... What? Your husband? Look, what's this apartment number?" "309." "309? Great Christ! I'm on the wrong floor! I live in 409. My key opened your door." "Sit down, sweety," she said. "No, no..." I picked up the 4 remaining beers. "Why rush right off?" she asked. "Some men are crazy," I said, moving towards the door. "What do you mean?" "I mean, some en are in love with their wives." She laughed. "Don't forget where I'm at." I closed the door and walked up one more flight. Then I opened my door. There was nobody in there. The furniture was old and ripped, the rug almost colorless. Empty beer-cans on the floor. I was in the right place. I took off my clothes, climbed into bed alone and cracked another beer."
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