The other day I visually went through my book shelf again
and looked for something leafy to pick me up. I wasn't in the best mood and I
also didn't know what exactly I was looking for. Then I stumbled across the
Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy by Tim Burton and found myself chuckling
through my nose. I had bought it in London a while ago and I enjoyed reading it a
lot. And reading it a second time I think it's an absolute fun piece of genius
literature.
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