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In Which I Lose My Innocence


So I found a copy at Larisa's house, and she let me borrow it.

And, um...yeah.

My eyes rolled so much that I'm still dizzy.

To paraphrase our president-elect:  You can put lipstick on a pig, and it's still a pig.  You can put strawberry-scented shampoo and sparkles on a steaming cow patty, and it's still a steaming cow patty.

Of course I need to read the next one now.  


I skimmed quite a bit of the book, but it was like running at a good clip and then tripping over a piece of godawful purple prose. You just have to look back in shock at the ivory-skinned Adonis of an adolescent sex fantasy and thank the stars that you weren't hurt worse in the process.