![]() ![]() The best laughs are all in the first five chapters. ![]() Goaded by the disappearance of his adored Caravelle bar, Almond (yes, he talks about the name) tours independent candy companies (read: anyone other than Mars, Nestle, or Hershey) to, "chronicle their struggles for survival in this wicked age of homogeneity, and, not incidentally, to load up on free candy." That said, you can't help but laugh outright at the sugar-fanaticism of a man who gets faint with joy witnessing the birth of chocolate bunnies and is rendered speechless at the thoughtless waste of even one piece of chocolate, recalling, "I stood there in a cloud of disillusionment.I'm someone who has been known to eat the pieces of candy found underneath my couch." I'll take it where I can get it and I'm not half as discriminating about its origins. If Steve Almond is a candyfreak, then I'm a candywhore. ![]()
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