Wednesday, April 16, 2008

April 16, 2008

Special Topics in Calamity Physics, by Marisha Pessl

p. 480: I had no desire to end up in a Foster Home, the Castle in the Sky of which was to be supervised by a pair of retirees named Bill and Bertha, who wielded their Bibles like handguns, asked me to call them “Mamaw” and “Papaw” and got tickled pink every time they stuffed me, their brand-new turkey, with all the fixins (biscuits, poke salad and possum pie).

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