Dora: A Headcase | 
"The orange gloom of Shari‘s feels a little like we‘re sitting in a bowl of puke."
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"The orange gloom of Shari‘s feels a little like we‘re sitting in a bowl of puke."
"My mom‘s tits are slowly attempting to hide in her armpits like frightened fried eggs."
Today in odd similes (which I always note with love and appreciation; I consider myself a connoisseur of odd similes).
"As if on cue, the spy clock chimes. It sounds something like birds shitting tin."
Today in odd similes.
"Her ass is…unforgettable. So white. So big. Like the moon split."
Today in odd similes.
"My mother always said vodka is odorless. But that‘s bullshit. Explains why she often smells like pickled Estée Lauder."
pickSimultaneously vulgar, painful, hilarious, and cathartic. Dora/Ida is horrible in all the best ways. This book is also a fascinating take on an old-fashioned topic: Freud and his case studies.
You know, in life? Whoever you‘re gonna be, I think maybe the trick is to be it over the top.
Reading Dora: A Headcase by the light of the tree. Happy holidays, Litsians!
