oriana's review
Signed, Mata Hari by Yannick Murphy
See, even though I'm a communist-leaning hippie, I, like any good little consumer, have a bit of a newness fetish. I wear the new (thrift-stored) skirt as soon as I have a sufficiently nice opportunity, I start using the new (freecycled) hair gel before I have quite finished the old one, the new (salvaged) bowl seems so much nicer than the other ones in the cupboard. And so it is with my books as well. Even though I have a little library filled with hundreds and hundreds of pretty paperbacks, more than half of which I've not read, the ones that are so new they haven't even been properly shelved yet are the ones I always grab. Which, when you think about it for even a minute, is just so stupid. What is it about 'new' that somehow means better, or even good? Freaking nothing.
And that, patient friends, is my excuse for letting the fantastic Signed, Mata Hari – a crisp, glossy, hard-spined, over-priced proof copy, no less – languish on my shelves ...more
And that, patient friends, is my excuse for letting the fantastic Signed, Mata Hari – a crisp, glossy, hard-spined, over-priced proof copy, no less – languish on my shelves ...more
