Monday, February 08, 2016


I'm working my way through Armada by Ernest Cline and as I reached Chapter 4 I thought the worst thing about it was that it repeatedly had the character believe he was hallucinating the strange events that happened at the start of the book -- a hacky cliche that should be retired -- but then I came to this paragraph:

My mother was also ridiculously beautiful. I know people are supposed to say things like that about their mothers, but in my case it happened to be a fact. Few young men know the Oedipal torment of growing up with an insanely hot, perpetually single mom.

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