Nobody but You by Francis Ray
No, absolutely not.
No, absolutely not.
Reissuing embarrassingly bad books from the old days is so fashionable these days.
If only the stories are as “plus” as the heroines.
No, let’s take it off instead.
This fatty-needs-love anthology is better than the one from last year, although it could be better.
Christmas, as usual, is a time for big corporations to charge consumers extra for underwhelming stuff.
Now we know that fat women can be just as boring as skinny ones.
Now this is what I call a fine Kwanzaa-time read.
Hello, weepy mediocre TV movie-style melodrama.
The theme is “obnoxious old-fashioned values”.