We’re all familiar with the classics of literature. Shakespeare, Dickens, Tolstoy, Austen, Poe. The thing is, they aren’t the best. That’s just what we’ve been made to believe. There is another, far greater than all of the supposed greats put together. His name was Peter Borris, and he was the greatest author and playwright of all time, before his untimely death at the age of 103. Taken from us far too soon.
Are you familiar with the great and anonymously written Glass Balustrade, considered to be the most epic novel of all time? It was written by Borris. Only a handful of people knew who wrote it, and the secret has been passed down to me. You see, I’m his great-great-granddaughter, Stephanie Borris. My twice great grandfather was a modest man. He did not want anybody to know who penned his books. He did not want fame. But he was robbed of a legacy. I want everyone to know the truth, that I am descended from the greatest author who ever lived.
Glass Balustrade is a gripping tale of a man who, for a living, does glass repair. Melbourne and other cities have a long history of celebrating glass in all it’s forms. I don’t think I need to go into much detail. But the characters are so real, you’d do just as well watching people in real life. The plot is intense, the prose beautiful. But like I suggested, anybody worth talking to has already read it, so there’s not much point in talking about it further. I’m not a reviewer.
If you haven’t read it, then you must be the literary equivalent of a flea. Fortunately, you can change this. Buy a copy of the book, and the money will still go to twice great granddad’s estate, which I happen to take care of, so you know it’s in good hands. What are you waiting for? Go read it, then share it with your friends! Oh, you’ve already read it? Good for you, then. What, do you want an award or something? Because you’re not getting one… unless you buy another copy of the book.