Fruity Toilet Paper

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Would your nether parts prefer green grape, purple grape or peach?

Is it just me, or is toilet paper that smells like something you’d eat a little…um, no thanks?

It’s the year 1784 and the shōgun rules with an iron fist . . . except within the walled pleasure quarter of Yoshiwara. Inside the Great Gate, samurai law does not apply, and it’s women who pull the strings

The Samurai’s Octopus…is a truly remarkable book, one that surprised and charmed me at every turn of the page. You’re in for a treat.”
James Ziskin, Anthony, Barry, and Macavity Award-winning author of the Ellie Stone mysteries

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Jonelle Patrick writes novels set in Japan, produces the monthly e-magazine Japanagram, and blogs at Only In Japan and The Tokyo Guide I Wish I’d Had

Published by Jonelle Patrick

Author of The Last Tea Bowl Thief

3 thoughts on “Fruity Toilet Paper

  1. Okay you win. Stop now. Nothing you ever post about will ever be odder than this one. Stop blogging and go write another book. Just finished Idolmaker and need number 4 now. Thanking you.

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