My review of Tony Vigorito’s Nine Kinds of Naked appears in this morning’s Chicago Sun-Times. I’m particularly excited about this review, because I somehow managed to sneak “420-friendly” into a family newspaper. This is also the first review I wrote by hand on a moving bus. I am quite serious about meeting deadlines, no matter how silly the conditions.
*Elizabeth Wildhack*? Daughter of the equally ample Montana?
PS: sadly, “420” has a very different association in Berlin… (it’s somebody’s unfortunate birthday)
I was more excited by:
“like contending with a spastic kitten leaping up and down on your lap.”