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Hemisphair m'offrant une sympathique petite critique d'un guide pas cher sur les mangas, je me suis dit que j'allais le mettre dans ma liste-cadeaux Amazon : ça ne mange pas de pain.
Sauf qu'Amazon a la sale habitude de vouloir me faire profiter des autres achats des heureux élus qui ont acheté ce que j'ai sélectionné. Et cette fois, c'est ça, ça, et ça.

Merci, MorganM. Non, vraiment. Heureusement, que j'aime les mangas, parce que je pourrais être un peu dégoûtée par cette plongée dans le glauque porno japonais (ou non).

Je ne suis pas la seule à avoir ce genre de problèmes, en tout cas :
"Pardon me for saying so, Mr. Amazon Recommendations Engine, but I'm quite sure I would rather rape my favorite uncle with rusty salad tongs than buy the paperback version of The Girls' Guide to Hunting and Fishing. (Tragically, the author photo is just large enough that I was compelled to masturbate to it when you somehow tricked me to "Take a Look Inside." I can't really blame you for that last part, as it's become an involuntary response to any image of a female projected onto a computer screen.) But I can't help but feel that somehow you entrapped me into this unseemly behavior by misinterpreting a harmless search for a coffee-table book of top-heavy Hungarian women in hip-waders as a sublimated desire to spend a day on the beach devouring the exploits of a twentysomething gal toiling in the book-publishing trenches to feed her cute-shoes jones. I've already been forced to sit through a full season of SATC just to get a handjob by someone who'd obviously honed her technique by weeding her garden immediately beforehand. I won't get fooled again, Amazon." (Via TMLTMF)