Imaginary Friend

By Stephen Chbosky



Look, I don’t wanna talk too much smack about *any* book. After all, anyone who has the balls (literal or metaphorical) and the creative chops to write a novel deserves my basic respect, at the very least. (Well, except for the author of Fifty Shades – that’s just trash.)

But.

BUT.

When it comes to this week’s read, it hovers somewhere between the joy of getting a speeding ticket and visiting the gynaecologist for a pap smear, both of which I’d choose over re-reading this beast any day of the week.

Pair it with:

Warm up with a Grey Goose Vodka with soda and lime, followed by a damn good dram of your favourite whiskey, like Tasmania’s very own Lark Christmas Cask Release III 

Add it to the bookshelf:

Buy your copy here

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