Here I am again with another idea for a book I’ll never write.
Where do they keep coming from?
I don’t know.
Maybe it’s a gift I have.
In which case, it’s quite a rubbish gift.
Still, if that’s my place in the grand scheme of things then who am I to argue?
Today’s non-contribution to the world of literature is:
Papier Mache Gorillas
This is one of those tales that views tragedy through the lens of hope.
There’ll be plenty of bittersweet humour.
Expect to laugh and cry in equal measure.
I expect it’ll be marketed towards ‘Young Adults’ (whoever they are).
But really anyone can read it.
Critics will describe it as “incredibly uplifting” and “deeply moving”.
It will be both of those things.
And not at all cloying, mawkish and a little bit conceited.