Defining Literature

I am reading the Changeling of Finnistuath by Kate Horsley. Through this I have redefined the literary read.

It’s not just broken relationships and dead grandmas.

Take any book and put it through this test:

As you read it does it make your skin crawl?

Is the author fixated on disgusting bodily functions during happy or intimate moments?

Does the text make you want to squirt 409 at it?

If you answered yes to any of these questions then you might have in your hand an authentic modern literary novel in your hands.

Ew.

Nothing like having a profound moment ruined by the author’s fascination with flea bites, is there?