“The books that the world calls immoral are books that show the world its own shame.”
Page 1, paragraph 1.
I'm not a voracious carnivore, but there's something about being in Paris that makes me want to sink my teeth into a bloody piece of beef. Perhaps it's the French paradox, the seductive theory that a diet rich in cheese, meat, and red wine actually lowers cholesterol. Perhaps it's watching all those sexy French women purse their lipsticked mouths while slicing through a juicy chop.
So begins a chapter dedicated to Steak Frites. *drool*