I finished reading Perfume fair while ago. It was Jo's Christmas present from me a couple of years ago I think. It was very good, although I'm not sure that Jo would like it. It's very black and sordid. Just the sort of book I like.
Grenouille reminded me a lot of myself. He was born without a scent. No one liked him because they couldn't smell him. Or not that they didn't like him even; they were just disconcerted by him. I often feel like I have that effect on people. Sometimes they dislike me. But mostly I think people are just disconcerted. I'm pretty sure I wasn't born with anything particularly wrong with me. I think it's just the way I behave. However that is.
But it was very good.
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