Originally posted on 101 Books:
Sometimes I have stupid ideas, like the time I tried to hit a pitching wedge shot over my parents’ house and put a golf ball through the kitchen window.
I was much younger then. But, even in my old age, I still have stupid ideas. Take today’s post, for instance.
What if some of the most famous novels of all-time, some of which could even be considered “classics,” were transformed into scratch and sniff books—those colorful, fragrant works of artistic genius?