A new kind of censorship

Sometimes, library books leave something to be desired. I don’t meant the actual story, I mean the book. Unless you are the first reader of a new copy, chances are, someone got hot sauce on page 94 and someone else’s long black hair is tucked in between...

A new kind of censorship continued…

So, last night I was all stretched out on the couch in front of the fire, happily reading Rachel Vail’s, IF WE KISS, when I discovered a new kind of censorship. Apparently, if you don’t like something in a library book, you can just take a felt tip pen and...