No.
Never believe an obese person who tells you they are big-boned: inside Mr P was a small man trying not to suffocate.
Fuck you.
...regular table by the window so we could watch the sights walking by... Madd and I were smartly dressed in work clothes so we felt entitled to criticize.
And fuck you some more.
The above are only a couple of instances of crap in this book, which, not surprisingly, I did not finish. I pass my books on to either my husband, a friend or the charity shop, this one I headed outside to put in the wheelie bin.
Go look up Caitlin Doughty (Ask a Mortician) on You Tube instead. I have two of Caitlin's books on my to-read-shelf.
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