And that is what Ander Monson signed in my copy of his book Vanishing Point: Not A Memoir.
I'm pretty sure he wrote this exact same thing in several other people's books, and I know he spelled my name wrong (Kelsie), but whatever because his book did rock me like a particularly attractive hurricane. I have never laughed so often at such insipid things, nor felt such compassion and comradery for fat-kid-vulgar-mouthed-gamers which are apparently something(s) of an Ander Monson epitome.
So yeah, you should probably read this book. It may not change your life, but it will at least validate it.
See, look at this guy. So affable. So approachable. So cuddly. He's toasting you and wearing flannel. Love him.
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