More Feckin’ Scotsmen: I’m going to resist the obvious, Ali-themed jokes that this title brings to mind and simply point out that the main character is named “Catriona.” Seriously. It’s like they’re not even trying anymore. Catriona and Mark. Reeeeal Scottish names there, cheif. (at Shops at Station Square)
Pictured: Literally the last man I would trust regarding anything barbecue-related. I mean, he’s got a chinbeard for fuck’s sake. (at Shops at Station Square)
Also, while I’m here…LOOKIT HOW FUCKING BIG HATTIE’S GETTING!!! (at Regent Square)
And here, in all their glory, are her higness’s bejewled laundry detergent bottle and clothes basket. truer treasures there never were.
here, for example, one immediately notices Ms Cobb’s awkward facial expression. She looks like she’s trying to pass a mildly irritating kidneystone. But only upon closer inspection does one notice that the photographer—for some inconcievable reason—has chosen to depict her with either a near-fatal case of dandruff or having just blown Frosty the Snowman.
Linda Cobb really does have some very unfortunate book covers.