Molly Foust reviewed No Edges by Sarah Coolidge
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4 stars
There are not enough stories in this world, I have often thought, of people shitting themselves on buses. I know a guy who got food poisoning from a pizza hut in India directly before getting on a bus for thirty hours, and had to puke and shit out the window for twenty hours or so. I myself puked from food poisoning in Nepal while on a short bus ride to the plane, and nobody seemed to think it was a big deal. In Africa they are not so tolerant, but shitting yourself on a bus is still way better than being a witch.
I have to say that none of these stories made me want to visit Kenya or Tanzania but at the same time I was delighted by the oddity of each of these strange tales. It is like you sit down in a forest, leaves rustle, and you …
There are not enough stories in this world, I have often thought, of people shitting themselves on buses. I know a guy who got food poisoning from a pizza hut in India directly before getting on a bus for thirty hours, and had to puke and shit out the window for twenty hours or so. I myself puked from food poisoning in Nepal while on a short bus ride to the plane, and nobody seemed to think it was a big deal. In Africa they are not so tolerant, but shitting yourself on a bus is still way better than being a witch.
I have to say that none of these stories made me want to visit Kenya or Tanzania but at the same time I was delighted by the oddity of each of these strange tales. It is like you sit down in a forest, leaves rustle, and you see a striped tail and later on a shiny ear and woosh each animal is gone and you are like, huh, what the fuck was that?