I went to cash my cheques today, and since the bank's right across the street from the mall, I felt compelled to go inside. Dirty little siren song of shopping.

Whilst perusing the shitty selection that is Coles Bookstore, I went past what they laughingly refer to as their "Religion and Spirituality" section, which seems to contain little more than various versions of the King James and Catholic bibles, and some books about angels. I was heading for philosophy. I wanted something to chew on. But lo', what do I find staring me in the face?

THREE, yes, three shelves of various flavours of Chicken Soup for the Soul books.

For the love of all that's sainted and holy, could they not find something more fulfilling, instead of something with slightly less pith than a dime-store novel?

My soul doesn't need chicken soup, it needs meat and potatoes.