I was scrolling through my feed, half-asleep, when I saw the cover art for Alison Tyler’s My Roommate Has Magic Boobs . I did a double-take. Then I laughed. Then I paused, realizing I had to know more. Is this a fantasy novel? A fever dream? A how-to guide for solving rent disputes?
One day, I swore I saw a book fall off the shelf, and when I turned to pick it up, I saw Alison standing in the doorway, looking innocent. I brushed it off as a coincidence, but as the days went by, the occurrences piled up. my roommate has magic boobs alison tyler
After reading it, I looked around my own apartment. My roommate is currently in the kitchen burning popcorn and arguing with her mother on speakerphone. She doesn’t have magic boobs. But she did let me cry on her shoulder last month when my car got towed, and she didn’t even ask me to explain. I was scrolling through my feed, half-asleep, when