But how do you handle a leering middle-aged dad with gin breath when he offers you a ride home at 11:45pm?
Instead of a frontispiece featuring of an adorable wiener dog, the publisher chose to insert a didactic, almost rabid, lesson on the respectful handling of books.
The memoir of an armless man who learned to write with his mouth (and to shave and play cards with his toes) is inherently interesting; but the fact that it’s SIGNED BY THE AUTHOR is positively astounding.