Okay, so, we’re cruising through both story lines and some pretty significant shit happens, but in my head I’m Homer Simpsoning it over these damn cinnamon rolls.
This is a story of powerful men doing horrific things and other men lying to protect them. It’s disgusting. It is also a fascinating read from a journalistic perspective.
The book opens with a literal bang. Miracle Submarine is on fire and we don’t know the extent of the damage until we get to court.
Duncan and V break up. She goes home and listens to the Virgin Suicides soundtrack on blast, as one does, up until the moment she is arrested as accessory to kidnapping. What the what?
Keith has dad jokes and I’m here for it.
Veronica is an outcast. Her only friend is the new kid she cut down from the flagpole. Yep, the local teen aged motorcycle gang taped the new kid to a flagpole because they are super original.
Nobody actually knows where Will ‘o the Wisps came from but my favorite explanation is that they are the souls of people who have been deemed too evil to enter heaven or hell, so they’re forced to spend their afterlife haunting the earth.
Lucia is fourteen. Her father is dead. Her mother in institutionalized. She lives with an elderly aunt in a garage apartment. She’s smart, pissed, and obsessed with her dad’s Zippo.
If you’re looking for a random concoction made by someone who, though not an expert, has maintained a consistent buzz for roughly seven years, try this one. It’s refreshing, delicious, easy, and does the trick.
I feel like it would be an amazing relief to know that the large shadowy entity appraising you from a distance wasn’t going to catcall you, or assault you, or monologue at you about what a great movie American Psycho is while they inch ever more uncomfortably close to you at a party.