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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 have strong suspicions that many (not all, but more than a few) people who "only read them for the LULZ" secretly really like them but are too embarrassed to admit it. Which is extra irritating. I mean, we all have guilty reading pleasures! Just own up to it, don't pretend that you're spending 10 hours a day on it only for the IRONY.
I think that a few of them are, but the vast majority seem to truly like it. However, many seem to have found a balance with "I see how stupid it is, but I have a real fondness all the same." Kind of how I feel about Billy Joel.