see what i mean?
i'm reading neil gaiman's "anansi boys", and have had hysterics at least four times already, even though i'm only about a quarter of the way through. now there's someone who can write a book. not literary, of course, but i love his mind...
anne rice has the back of one of her hands permanently attached to her forehead (BOHOF), in an angst way, which is why she can't fucking well write.