Today, the book I ordered for D-Hug's and M-Shan's Post-Colonial Book Club arrived. It's The Buddha of Suburbia, by Hanif Kureishi. Already, on page 2, there were two passages that made me laugh out loud (especially the last sentence of each paragraph), so I had to share...
"He was broad and strong too: when young he'd been a boxer and fanatical chest-expander. He was as proud of his chest as our next-door neighbours were of their kitchen range. At the sun's first smile he would pull off his shirt and stride out into the garden with a deckchair and a copy of the New Statesman. He told me that in India he shaved his chest regularly so its hair would sprout more luxuriantly in years to come. I reckoned that his chest was the one area in which he'd been forward-thinking."
"She said to Dad, 'Oh God, Haroon, all the front of you's sticking out like that and everyone can see!' She turned to me. 'You encourage him to be like this. At least pull the curtains!' 'It's not necessary, Mum. There isn't another house that can see us for a hundred yards -- unless they're watching through binoculars.' 'That's exactly what they are doing,' she said."
I think this is going to be a good one!
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