Screwed

I saw that the sequel to Colfer's Plugged was out, and I had a dim recollection that I enjoyed Plugged (and can look up my rating on Goodreads), but I can't remember a lick of it. Which bothered me, but I figure it'll come back to me with some work – so I put a reserve on it at the library. When I went to pick it up, I still couldn't remember anything about its predecessor, which still bugged me. I read the jacket copy – doesn't help, and now it's driving me crazy. I read the first two pages – nothing. But at the bottom of the second page I read:

And those eyes? Big and blue, rimmed with way too much eyeliner. Men have climbed into hollow wooden horses for eyes like that.

Plugged

The Key to staying alive until you die is to not get yourself killed.
I saved this nugget till close to the end on account of how bleeding obvious it reads, which might bring on a little gnashing of teeth. But to most people not getting yourself killed involves nothing more than just doing what you're already doing and maybe cutting down on mayonnaise, which is more or less liquid fat.

. . . Zeb and I spend a lot of our free time, as two single middle-aged bucks, watching TV. How cool and edgy is that? Most of our references are pop culture and our favorites at the moment are old episodes of the egregiously canceled shows Terriers and Deadwood.

Terriers

twice!!

Plugged

Screwed

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