Saturday, October 20, 2012

the last book I ever read (In Search of Cleo by Gina Gershon, excerpt three)

from In Search of Cleo: How I Found My Pussy and Lost My Mind by Gina Gershon:

My father died far too young, and I missed him terribly. He was a gregarious giant who stood six foot five inches tall and weighed in at two hundred fifty pounds in his underwear. Every time a doctor would put Dad on a diet, Dad changed doctors. Ever since he died, I've always been a sucker for big men hugging me, telling me that everything was going to be all right. The big guy introduced himself as Arthur. I should have been afraid, but maybe it was an omen that things were going to be all right. Arthur was the newspaper man, delivering the news to the people, and this was his beat. I gave him my number and he assured me that he would call if he saw any lost black cats.

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