Oh Wow! Someone has gifted me with an original 1930's detective book. It's wonderful. It actually starts with "It's was a cold night in the the windy city..."
As my sister would say "Yeah. She rolled her eyes, he rolled them back" I absolutely love 1930's detective pulp fiction. The hyperbole, the overuse of adjectives, the sexism "Honey, step aside, this is a mans job"
"His barrel was long, oiled, glistening, and the rain beat relentlessly against the cracked glass" Oh, Matron!
It can't get better than that. I just love it.
Beats the hell outa 50 shades of grey mummy porn......
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