Here are a few things that strolled right into the bookshop this week and proceeded to strike a pose of such distinction on our fair shelves that I was forced to pull them back down and, like a true exhibitionist, take some vanity shots of em and tell you all about their respective virtues.
So without further ado...
|Heather O'Neill wrote Lullabies for Little Criminals, a gritty yet charming coming-of age portrayal of a troubled youth blossoming toward self-discovery. Her new novel, The Girl Who Was Saturday Night, explores the tensions between Nicolas and Nouschka Tremblay, two young twins living in, and trying to escape, the shadow of their famous french folksinger father and the weird vicissitudes of Quebecois celebrity culture. Did I mention she wrote Lullabies for Little Criminals?|
|A cross-country American hitchhiking adventure with "the Pope of Trash". Note to prospective hitchhikers in search of pointers: Waters's sign read "I'M NOT PSYCHO."|