(Ana Elena Pena, preparing a coffee ...) I've had in my hands a few hours, then gave it away. But do not stop missing him, I want, I need, I need ... I bubbles with saliva, the book just published (with Melusina, of course) my "crumbs" Ana Elena Pena. A delightful compendium of perversion, sweetness, mordacidaz ... One of those books that hug to your heart because you know you will devorártelo softly. Capsules of dynamite from and against lethal femininity that make me recall all the time the most vindictive Highsmith lucid tales misogynistic Small, but this time told from the bowels. I'm hooked, I want more. E illuminated by these broken dolls and zombies that only knows how to draw Ana Elena. One of these accounts to which you want to migrate because you know you fall into any traps, but without sacrificing your meat because it is rubber, jelly. And I told her this weekend in Toulouse de Mar (eskerrik asko, ItuBull , kariña !!!): baby, your book makes me so horny ...
And also evoke other bastard sister of the above, the story collection Venus Calva on which I spoke akí , my beloved "crumb" Juanita Markez.
(Thanks Kattallin for showing me how one is self-reference in its own block. More crumbs!)
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