And now, I shall bestow upon you all the tale of my first girlfriend: Mango.
After my now-legendary duel with Duxx Deluxxe, in which I achieved redemption for my family (specifically, my mother) and myself, I left home and waddled out into the world. Before long, I found myself adorned in a jacket I’d handcrafted and stuffed with goose feathers, merely trekking through the magnificent, magical mountains of Asia as the most brilliant folk often do.
Therefore, it was in Himalayas that Mango and I experienced our initial encounter.
I don’t usually write book reviews; as a matter of fact, this is actually the first one I’ve ever posted on this blog.
My [unintentional] “celibacy” in regards to not blogging about other authors’ books persisted for a long while without any glitches. It’s not exactly like I was going out of my way to resist reviewing other authors’ work either; blogging about books just wasn’t my thing, and there were other things I preferred to rant about back in former days.