If It Wasn't For The

Young Adults That Actually Read Are Reading Bodice Rippers And Best-sellers And Me. And Horror.

Just To Keep Bad Dreams At Bay, She Took A Swig Out Of A Bottle That Smelled Of Apples And Happy Brain-death.

But The Purpose Of The Book Is Not The Horror, It Is Horror's Defeat.

If It Wasn't For The Fun And Money, I Really Don't Know Why I'd Bother.

It Is Possibly Worth Mentioning At This Point That Mr. Young Thought That Paparazzi Was A Kind Of Italian Linoleum.