First off, am I the only one who is eternally resigned to picturing ‘mojo’ as the gelatinous sludge housed in a glass capsule from Austin Powers? Ok, just checking. Here’s the book’s cover:
Beautiful, right? Mysterious. Borderline esoteric. I was instantly led to dim my eyes and cross my legs while reading. It didn’t help. I couldn’t see and I cramped up.
Now. Let’s step into the smoky Mojo sauna. Continue reading