Ah, year’s end! All that list-making! It’s like scattergories! In the Inky’s round-up of Books That Have Little Or No Connection To Philadelphians And May Not Even Be Any Good, one thing is clear: none of these sound interesting. Oh, and then there is this bit of straight-up battiness.
Bigpox by Archer Swift (AuthorHouse, $27.95). What if Muslim terrorists released a chemical virus in the eastern United States? A taut thriller, intended to raise citizen consciousness, by Philadelphia Weekly publisher Anthony Clifton, writing under a nom de plume.
Crazy rich English dudes. Is there anything more awesome?
Inky: Local-ish Color-type Things Of A Vague Philadelphian Hue
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on Monday, December 20th, 2004 at 11:19 am.
Ah, year’s end! All that list-making! It’s like scattergories! In the Inky’s round-up of Books That Have Little Or No Connection To Philadelphians And May Not Even Be Any Good, one thing is clear: none of these sound interesting. Oh, and then there is this bit of straight-up battiness.
Bigpox by Archer Swift (AuthorHouse, $27.95). What if Muslim terrorists released a chemical virus in the eastern United States? A taut thriller, intended to raise citizen consciousness, by Philadelphia Weekly publisher Anthony Clifton, writing under a nom de plume.
Crazy rich English dudes. Is there anything more awesome?
Inky: Local-ish Color-type Things Of A Vague Philadelphian Hue
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on Monday, December 20th, 2004 at 11:17 am.
