Given that most of the books from my mother’s childhood have been banned, it’s amazing she stayed out of jail as long as she did.
One of my favorites is about a boy, a tiger, a game of strip poker and a stack of pancakes. I have not read it because it is, as I said, banned and I am nothing if not rule-abiding. I looked at the pictures, though
Lucky for the boy, the tiger is more fashionista than epicurean. Rather than simply eating the boy, the tiger relieves him of his spiffy
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