In Which I Lose My Innocence
So I found a copy at Larisa's house, and she let me borrow it.
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.