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Some Sound Advice.

WELL, MAYBE I FUCKING WILL.

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Alexandrie, Alexandra.

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The Nerves Are Like Telegraph Wires.

The blood is like Morse Code, and the receiving organs much like semaphore flags.

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Avon Calling…

“No…you can’t go in there. I forbid it. That is where I keep my clean sheets, and I know what you want them for.”

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Two Minute Hate

1984, a novel by George Orwell, is a tale of lusty, forbidden love trysts under the constant, watchful eye of Big Brother during the time of war with Oceania. It’s a sordid story of lusty men in muscle shirts, come-hither women in low-cut overalls and heavy, heavy makeup, and the tearing-down of walls to expose the truth: a bisexual romance so powerful it kills. Jealousy trumps truth as Winston Smith’s unrequited male lover scowls upon the seductive and perpetually horny Julia. Will this affair come to an end in a rat-filled cage?
It’s hot, hot loving over the warehouse before the ultimate betrayal. But who does it may come as a surprise.

Do you love Big Brother? Or do you love-love Big Brother?

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Book Review: The Always Friends Club Hello Jenny!

If you love to hate the popular girl cliques, “Hello Jenny!,” a delectable comedy in which the great junior high club “The Always Friends” face trials and tribulations following the return of a long-lost member. This novel is a sinfully delicious bonbon.

As the story plays out, age-old tricks are played with thirteen year old hijinks. A purloined letter is now a source for jealousy and blind rage. Instead of people hiding behind doors and in closets, we get the transformation of a large abandoned Victorian and a mother’s new paramour.

Subplots and subsidiary characters multiply. One of the wittiest subplots involves the exiled Always Friends Club president, Jenny, who can’t believe that her friends are fighting over a trip to Lake Tahoe.

Because its structure and the targets of its commentary — jealousy, greed and dishonesty — hark back to Molière, “Hello, Jenny!” offers a reassuring vision of a fixed social order, bourgeois to the core, in which virtue is rewarded and hubris exposed. For all its cynicism about posters, sleepovers and home renovation, it doesn’t rock any boats.

In between are high-flying birds like Cricket, a free spirit, fending for herself. She may have few illusions, but she still has enough integrity to recognize and respect the decency of her fellow Always Friends in deception.