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The End of Whining
A Brief History of Several Boyfriends, is a collection of twenty-five table-turning stories, which dig deeply into the universal themes of innocence, infatuation, resignation, revenge, and rebirth. These stories, written and published over a period of 15 years, encompass many of the beliefs I have about women, which not everyone will agree with. Especially not women.
I hate to hear women whinin
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“Philip lost count of the Pundaris who came and went from the flat that evening. His ears were filled with their easy chatter, and his nose with the overpowering aroma of the incense from the okaly tree, some of which he noticed was being rolled into strips of dried yellibellee leaves, then lit, and then passed from guest to guest with much pleasurable clucking and humming. When his turn came, his lungs filled with a rush of menthol and cinnamon, edged he thought with an aftertaste of fly spray.”
― A Traveller's Guide to Namisa: a novel
― A Traveller's Guide to Namisa: a novel
“Christine gave Louise a knowing look, but Louise did not know what the knowing in the look was meant to mean.”
― The Book of Reasonable Women
― The Book of Reasonable Women
“In her obsession, infatuation, love blindness - call it what you will - she gave of herself so as not to appear ungenerous, but especially to please. In giving, she was buying Gilbert's affections. He in turn would rarely put his hand in his pocket - metaphorically or otherwise - for anyone.”
― A Brief History of Several Boyfriends: Stories
― A Brief History of Several Boyfriends: Stories
“Christine gave Louise a knowing look, but Louise did not know what the knowing in the look was meant to mean.”
― The Book of Reasonable Women
― The Book of Reasonable Women
“In her obsession, infatuation, love blindness - call it what you will - she gave of herself so as not to appear ungenerous, but especially to please. In giving, she was buying Gilbert's affections. He in turn would rarely put his hand in his pocket - metaphorically or otherwise - for anyone.”
― A Brief History of Several Boyfriends: Stories
― A Brief History of Several Boyfriends: Stories
“He had large hazel eyes. They looked at you but, somehow, they didn't seem to see you. They looked right through you. The other thing I noticed about Rajiv were his ears, and how they jutted out from the sides of his head. Could anyone blame me for thinking he was ugly?”
― The Boy Who Never Smiled
― The Boy Who Never Smiled
“Philip lost count of the Pundaris who came and went from the flat that evening. His ears were filled with their easy chatter, and his nose with the overpowering aroma of the incense from the okaly tree, some of which he noticed was being rolled into strips of dried yellibellee leaves, then lit, and then passed from guest to guest with much pleasurable clucking and humming. When his turn came, his lungs filled with a rush of menthol and cinnamon, edged he thought with an aftertaste of fly spray.”
― A Traveller's Guide to Namisa: a novel
― A Traveller's Guide to Namisa: a novel
