Ninety-Sixth Book All The Anxious Girls On Earth : Zsuzsi Gartner
Anchor : 2000
Donated by London

Started 11.29.06
Finished 12.01.06

The Line: "I could smell his wet rot. Creosote flesh. Gave me flash headaches, like being trapped in abandoned cabins while shifting timbers sweated sap. Like pressing my nose to a telephone pole. I had to stand upwind of him just to have a conversation" (96).

A razor blade for
the thinking class. Weetzie Bat
with less forgiveness.  ¶ 12:54