He was in his local bookshop looking for his next book.
He’d been working his way along the section where the paperback fiction was displayed. He was reading titles and occasionally taking one out. He’d been doing this for several minutes when he saw a slim volume that for some reason made him curious. He pulled it out. It was a dull looking thing with very few pages. He turned it over to read the back.
It read: To be really honest, there is not much chance of you enjoying this story. I’ve never been much of a writer and wouldn’t argue with anybody who thought the plot was a bit thin. It’s hard to follow sometimes. The story (if you can really call it a story) has a main character who’s pretty boring. He doesn’t do much. When he does try to do something he usually stuffs it up. This lack of a proper main character is so pathetic that you can’t even look on his failures as humorous. To say that nothing much happens in this book probably sums it up nicely. If you manage to read through the whole thing, which I very much doubt, you are likely to wish that you hadn’t bought it in the first place. But, there again, if you should decide to take a punt on the basis that it sounds intriguing, go ahead. After all, theirs’s one born every minute, but I think you’ll regret it.
He put it back.