There Is No Antimemetics Division

One friend cities away tells me to read a book, and the very next day my boyfriend gets in from work waving the hardback. He’s done with ‘There Is No Antimemetics Division’ in two days and hands me it with big eyes. But when it’s my turn, I find loads of black rectangles inside where parts of the story are redacted. This slows me down instead of speeding me up and I take a week, tripping over…