'Like a smoke alarm that plays “I Believe In Miracles” by Hot Chocolate while your house burns down.
'Like a greased up stripper pole for use in emergencies, only.
'Grills slices up figures of history, autobiography and speech, in a delightful springtime bloodbath for famously evil and evilly famous women-dead or alive, young and old. Burn your house down, poison your whole family, shoot your lovers point blank: just read this book before you do.'
Source: Publisher's blurb.
