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Aug 11, 2016
Bacon's enduring popularity finally goes to his head, or at least the top part of him, where his face is. Everything else in the mid-century diner where he lives has a face, too--from the toast to the coffee to the little containers of creamer. I would eat in this restaurant every day if I could. In fact, this book is so delightful it makes one want to be shrunk and turned into a breakfast food. Just not Bacon, because as it turns out, not unlike many a celebrity, in the end he is devoured by his popularity, if you get my drift.