Books for the Unhinged
Look at this crap. It’s almost beyond belief.
The child rape section in Easons is pretty well stocked.
I can imagine a smarmy, Cowell-like dickhead publisher rubbing his hands together at the thought of a particularly juicy child abuse story. Maybe it’s some X-Factor type setup where you have to go along to tell the judges your horrible tale:
“You were raped? By your uncle? Good. GOOD.”
“It really would help if we had a few pictures of the scars on your legs. We need some harrowing visuals, you see.”
“Yes, I know you had to work night and day down the coal mines for your abusive parents, but you’re just not selling it. It’s too nineteen-eighties.”
Mummy Knew. Mummy knew a good agent. The use of photogenic little child models on the cover is fucked up.
This is all extrememly sinister. I think only disturbed people like reading these type of books. They’re aimed at the same braindead plebs that buy those garbage nobody-biographies by the millions:
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