Shouldn’t a good novel be like a rich stew, chock-full of roughly chopped hunks of meat and potatoes? How about hot office sex, a fair helping of intrigue and a zany office assistant with a heart of gold (and a meth habit, an overactive imagination and a slight case of kleptomania)? You wouldn’t leave out the vegetables either, so why not throw in a mortician’s introductory textbook and an unattended laboratory? You definitely need a strong stock to form a backdrop for your stew – how about a st
Published on April 05, 2009 07:02