Read: February 2006
This book taught me one valuable lesson, one lesson that everyone must learn at some point in their lives: there are no rules. The only limit to writing is the extent of our imagination. This novel is a little dated, full of that brown coloured optimism of 1970’s middle class lifestyle. But that is not a drawback. Somewhere in this bizarre novel, where inanimate objects spring to life and divulge their wildest machinations, and pain is an expression of geometric mathematics, there lurks a world of blank orange paper with endless possibilities and the promise of a wonderful tomorrow.
8 out of 10