"The Sex Lives of Cannibals" by J. Maarten Troost
Here is a nice quote:
"And then I saw what confronted me, It rested directly between myself and shore. It was massive. I had never seen anything like it. I sensed its power. I became very, very frightened.
It was an enormous brown bottom.
The possessor, a giant of a man, was squatting in the shallows, holding on to a ledge of coral rock. He emitted. He emitted some more. He was like a stricken oil tanker, oozing brown sludge. When he was done, he wiped himself with sticks. Not leaves, Sticks. Small branches. Twigs.
And they were coming my way. Riding the ebbing tide, the sticks homed in on me. I became the North Star for s***-encrusted sticks...."
Originally posted by tmetzlerIs it enlightening?
"The Sex Lives of Cannibals" by J. Maarten Troost
Here is a nice quote:
"And then I saw what confronted me, It rested directly between myself and shore. It was massive. I had never seen anything like it. I sensed its power. I became very, very frightened.
It was an enormous brown bottom.
The possessor, a giant of a man, was squatting i ...[text shortened]... ing tide, the sticks homed in on me. I became the North Star for s***-encrusted sticks...."
Originally posted by darvlay(so if you all post in a row, does it spell out a message?)
I'm a third of the way through Jonathon Strange & Mr Norrell by Susanna Clark. It's okay but I'm going to have a hell of a time finishing it, I think.
Gasp -- alas, I find myself not currently reading any book (unless you count the Magic Tree House book I'm reading with the little angels). I must start a book immediately!
Originally posted by reader1107Either start a book or you'll have to PM Russ and beg him to change your handle. Maybe "formerreader"?
(so if you all post in a row, does it spell out a message?)
Gasp -- alas, I find myself not currently reading any book (unless you count the Magic Tree House book I'm reading with the little angels). I must start a book immediately!
Originally posted by cmsMasterI don't know about enlightening, but it has been fairly funny so far.
Is it enlightening?
Here is another excerpt:
"The Polynesians worshipped the god Rongo, and what Rongo liked was human flesh. The sails of their war canoes were creatively decorated with the likeness of a human head, called te bou-uoua. There was another crest called tim-tim-te-rara. This translates as drip-drip-the-blood, a reference to the heads driven on stakes that Rongo liked to see scattered around like knickknacks. So, picture lolling about on the beach, idly scanning the horizon, when suddenly you see hundreds of warriors approach on canoes bedecked with the image of a severed head. It's not going to be a good day."