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256 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 2012
“Get to the point!” Max roared irritably.
“Fine,” sniffed Dr. Conkle-Smoak, who looked hurt by Max’s interruption. “To put it in the crass terminology that seems to be preferred by your appallingly inattentive generation: you need to shock the little bastards."
Besides the silver eyes, the wednesday appeared more or less boy-like, in a crooked, simultaneously squished-down, stretched-out sort of way. It looked like a proper boy whose arms had been pulled like taffy, while the rest of his body had been scrunched down into a tubby egg shape with springy, squat legs. [...] The creature's head was mostly head-shaped and -sized, except for the fact that it seemed vaguely square and didn't seem to have the benefit of much of a neck to sit upon. Overall, the thing gave the impression of being rather putty-like.