Waterstone's
The original writer lined up for this review was chosen for his dual fascination with well-made coffee and the heady smell of new books. Unfortunately, his clumsy fascination with tigers has rendered him incapable of finishing it. Instead of the lavish Viking funeral usually reserved for reviewers killed in the line of duty, we've simply scattered his ashes in the direction of Waterstone's the king of bookshops, where the written word is available in abundance and the three for two offers make it accessible to all. It's what he would have wanted.

