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Me, reading this book: “I’m tired of this, grandpa!”

American politics: “Well that’s too damn bad!”

OKAY.

*cracks knuckles.*

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Correction: I have just learned that Nita Prose is Canadian, so, this book could conceivably be taking place in Canada. I have no idea how public education works in Canada, but LORD HAVE MERCY I hope it doesn't work like it does in the flashback scene in this book.

Y'all. The flashback with Gran and Molly's teacher, in which the teacher berates a CLEARLY autistic 8-year-old for being "different," threatens to hold her back a year, AND insists that such children have no place in public schools, put me in a STATE.

THAT'S NOT HOW PUBLIC EDUCATION WORKS. Lord, I am SALTY about the gross misrepresentation.

I'm doing it. I'm reading the CoHo.

I have so many conflicting feelings.

English teachers: Don't you dare.

Look, you can dare. But if you are willing to teach a 720-page book with the word "Dick" in the title to any class that contains teenage boys, well... all I can say is, "God be with ye, sailor."

Girls, don’t get you a man who looks at you the way Mr. Darcy looks at Elizabeth Bennet. Get you a man who writes about you the way Stephen King writes about Tabitha Spruce King.

Increasingly convinced that the

Some of the twists at the end gave me whiplash, but in a fun way.

Okay so. Um. Confession time:
I am a high school librarian and have been for ten years and I have never finished this book.
It's time.

LIBRARY PRIESTESSES: We’ve all been brutalized by men. Some of us have been maimed — broken hands, tongues ripped out…
NESTA: Oh yeah? One time some dudes shoved me in a magical bathtub and I came out prettier, stronger, and immortal
PRIESTESSES: ….
NESTA: It also gave me superpowers
PRIESTESSES:…
NESTA: I’m still mad about it

I have not made up my mind about this one yet and feel it may be a bit of an acquired taste — like coffee or seaweed.
So, I’m going to read the rest of the series.

After the righteous rage of Dopesick (and its soul-crushing epilogue), I decided I deserved a good ol’ fashioned bodice ripper.