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246 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 2015
"I would have asked more questions, but the ghost chose that moment to rush us to get to Ronald. It was the first time Id ever been run through, and let me tell you, you never forget having that particular cherry popped. It's like someone shoving a snow cone down your throat and a popsicle up your butt at the same time. It's hideous, the most invasive thing you can experience this side of the grave. It didn't help that freezing cold ghost goop smeared me from head to toe. My hair was plastered to my scalp, my clothes hung heavy thanks to lumpy black jelly.
"Holy shit! Gross!"
"Maggie!" my mother snapped.
"Holy crap! Gross!"
"Better."
I had big boobs, which was good on one hand, bad on the other, namely because the weight of my boobs made them ooze their way toward my armpits. I'd seen the movies - women on their backs should have boobs pointed at ninety-degree angle at all times. We weren't supposed to go floppy and spready. Gravity wasn't supposed to do it's gravity thing. Gravity sucked. Fuck gravity."
"Around grade school a few of the boys decided it'd be cute to call me Margaret Cunnilingus. Mom says she knew I was destined for hunting greatness when I beat them up at recess, all the while screaming, "Do you want some more?"
Things About The Awesome That Were Actually Awesome:
"You're my favorite daughter. I almost never resent that it took twenty-three hours to launch you from my loins or that you gave me hemorrhoids my last trimester."
Things About The Awesome That Lacked Awesomeness:
My Awesome Verdict:

I'd heard this word 'shy' before, but its meaning, it did not compute. 'Shy' was like dinosaurs or the dodo bird-a thing I knew existed, but had never experienced firsthand.

And if you're not up for the boys, you're more than welcome to find yourself a nice girl. I'm hip, I'm happening, I am totally down with you crazy kids exploring your sexuality.
If I couldn't be a hunter tonight, I'd be a master seductress-a wily, conniving minx who'd lure some unsuspecting boy into my baited trap.
The truth was nothing. I am a hard-hearted bitch from Hell, damn it. Ian...well, he sparked something different in me. For seven whole seconds he exposed my creamy, nougat center.