candide - voltaire (1759)
comes a time when a girl needs to move away from chick lit and improve her mind with a classic. wrong book, i guess. voltaire's semi-darkish semi-lurid humor sits poorly after a preferred lifetime diet of dry brit wit. also, i make the mistake of reading over lunch, specifically the part where the old woman loses part of her anatomy to hungry soldiers. after lunch i save myself further agony and simply skip to the final chapter.
note to self: no more frenchies / eighteenth century spoofs.
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