![]() ![]() God forbid our remaining taste buds should be overstimulated. Why then this succession of bland puddings and gummy meats? Claire –the sulky blonde, always chewing a wad of gum – looked at me as if I was mad. ![]() As I told Claire the other day, there are lots of things you can eat without having to chew. IT’S NOT so much the fact that they’re careful of our teeth, here at the Meadowbank House, rather a general lack of imagination. IT’S MONDAY, SO IT MUST BE RICE PUDDING AGAIN. ![]() This is an eclectic collection of tales for our times that shows a side to Joanne Harris you have never seen before. Suburban witches, defiant old ladies, ageing monsters, suicidal Lottery winners, wolf men, dolphin women and middle-age manufacturers of erotic leatherwear: in Joanne Harris’s first collection of short stories the miraculous goes hand-in-hand with the mundane, the sour with the sweet, and the beautiful, the grotesque, the seductive and the disturbing are never more than one step away. ![]()
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