|attractively displayed on a favourite cushion|
This book was probably the talk of Blogtopian soirées when it came out in 2004, but I hadn't activated my lifestyle turbo-boosters back then and it passed right by me until now. But something so crisply titled, with that reassuring little Penguin logo, won't cost me my place among the intelligentsia, right? It'll be an antidote to my current reading, Joyce Carol Oates' melancholy 'A Widow's Story', which is like Emily Dickinson gamely striving to reach a wordcount target.
|very tasty; made it myself|
|Vignette ingredients, glimpse of jolly sofa|
But you're standing round wondering when I'll cut to the chase with the soap giveaway, right? That'll be the very next bus.