I am a Kentucky mountain girl far from home, perhaps far from the girl years. Still, my heart longs to return to the top of Low Gap mountain and peer off into the distance; to see the hills rolling and tumbling out before me, and the wind ruffling the trees' leaves, causing them to ripple like waves in some immense pond.
Friday, June 01, 2007
Perfume, by Patrick Suskind
I finished reading Perfume today by Peter Suskind.
This thing was creepy and downright surreal at the end.
At the end of the book the guy commits suicide by getting people to eat him alive.
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