Thursday 12 February 2004

"I cannot easily imagine a sadder, more wasteful, end to the life of a tree." "the sort of pretentious drivel lapped up by suburban America which goes on to be made into a maudlin movie." "the most badly-written, trite, pseudo-spiritual bollocks ever to reach publication, and is nothing more than a cynical (and sadly successful) attempt to exploit impressionable, new age dimwits and recovering Catholics." The Independent's readers diss some the books they love to hate.
From way back in June, i know, but i just found it (via T.)

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