Prisoner of Pomegranate! Crescent Moon in my Navel!
I double took TWICE when I saw this shelf in the Dubai airpot.
Sultry Desert Flower was sweating all over Tears of the Desert while Mukhtar Mai and the hot Prisoner lady from Tehran were looking all stoic at the overbaked middle-aged expat ladies going back to Adelaide or Cape Town or wherever saying, “Take me home and give me to your friends at work to share a little piece of your trip to the Arab world.”
Who knows what Robert Fisk was doing there but he looks pretty OK in hijab.
I see Jean “Princess” Sasson has arisen from the pulpy depths to grace feature-shelves again.
What’s WITH all this retro-Not-Without-My-Daughter bullshit?
(That’s a retorical question)
Will eet never end?!