I don’t know my exact age when introduced to Reader’s Digest. Clearly not impressionable even when young I sniffed it out and was disgusted. Reader’s Digest? Can’t I take care of my own stomach, kidneys, liver and whatever else is involved before the toilet finds its use?
Currently reading most wonderful book (autobiography). Stupidly made mistake to google the author’s name. There you are: Not even a spoiler alert. Hundreds of pages condensed. Like chicken soup in a tin. No, I didn’t read past the first paragraph. On the whole I prefer quickies. But not when soaking up insight into someone’s life.