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It is a very good book so far

This story Grandma Yvette is telling reminds me of when my grandma told us about a woman who was struck by lightening, heavily implying that it was because this woman worked at Hooters. Except my grandma was southern baptist instead of Jewish.

Grandma Yvette is actually the worst.

I love that this book starts out with a science teacher telling kids not to eat eyeballs because they’ve been soaked in formaldehyde.

(This is one of those books I was REALLY excited to read, even bought new as a hardcover, that's going to end up being rated a lacklustre 3 and making me question my whole selection process..)