Last night, I finished Cruddy by Lynda Barry... I loved Barry's weekly cartoon strip years ago, and her world of quirky adolescents. Cruddy is a novel, but her characters still come off as exaggerated, absurd and cartoonish. And yet it works.
It's also very dark. It has this weird disturbing sociopathic twinge to it, reinforced by the main character (an adolescent girl raised as a boy) referring to her parents as "the mother" and "the father." Well, that, and the trail of carnage and destruction she leaves. If you like your reading to unsettle you, this is the book.
On another note... I just got an iPad. Can anyone recommend their favorite ereader app?
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I don't deserve any credit for turning the other cheek as my tongue is always in it. ~Flannery O'Connor
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