I’m back and for some reason my first post in ages features a ramble about Turkish meatballs.

Goodreads is a joke. The review below is of a G.G.Marquez short novel “Memories of my Melancholy Whores”. The book is literally about what the person is complaining about - a weird and creepy relationship between an old journalist and a teenager. Perhaps they should also give a one-star to the Hannibal Lecter books ‘cause “eating people is wrong”.