This is the title of
a first novel by a friend, Corinna Turner. She launched it yesterday evening, in the company of a good crowd (50 or so), to whom she read a couple of excerpts. It sounds like a bit of a thriller, partly set in a grim "facility": the celebratory cake was made in its image. "The best thing you can do with the cake," she said, "is to help me demolish it."
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