I finally managed to interpolate my 3 month recess from any kind of book-reading. And to say I started it off well would be quite unsavoury to the conscience. "The Best Thing That Can Happen to a Croissant" was the best thing that could happen to me after such a long stint.
There's no better story that appeals to me more than spliff smoking fat men who spend the better part of their day at their local bar and get piss drunk on cheap vodka.
Pablo Miralles is one such faineant waste who is the black sheep of an immodestly wealthy household with a penchant for philosophy and prostitutes. While his brother, the Magnificent First takes care of the emminently flourishing family business, Pablo squanders his share of the company on cheap alcohol, cheap narcotics and wanton night outs with a sexually deprived woman whose negligent husband leads her to spend her evenings with a fat slob gallivanting around town.
Pablo's otiose lifestyle is given a violent shove into overdrive one day when he gets news that his impeccable brother Highness is missing. His mysterious sister-in-law assigns him the duty to investigate into the case. As the story uncoils out, we along with Pablo, begin to learn some eerie secrets and make some queer discoveries in the lives of the people that surround Pablo's deplorable lifestyle and give it the well rewarded zest it so rightfully deserves.
Give me a night out with myself and I'd emulate this fellow's life to a T. The comedy is killer. I never laugh when reading a book, even if its a MAD comic but this one takes the cake. I was on the floor with this one waiting for someone to revive the human back in me.
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