Title: The Road's End
Author: Albert Conroy
Cover artist: [Barye Phillips]
Estimated value: $17-22
Condition: 8/10
- No joke, this dude looks eerily like 22-year-old me. Leering ladies in my doorway, not so much.
- "There were too many women in his life"—you'd think at least one of them would help him clean that sty.
- This appears to be some post-apocalyptic tale of drought, where water is money so you keep it close at hand and never wash anything.
- Where ... did his fingers go? Fear claw!
- "Curved feminine flesh" is less sexy-sounding than this book seems to think it is. More meat cut than sexpot.
- "Who are you?" he asked. "And who am I?"—finally, a sleaze paperback that reflects the then-current trends in existentialist philosophy.
- "I found a pasty man and put him in the shed. Can we keep him, mom? Can we!?"
Page 123~
My knee came up automatically and sank into his groin. And again. And again.
OK, I'm out.
~RP
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2 comments:
Is … that a … coffee pot she's holding?
How did you miss the obvious "pitching a tent" comment?
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