I worked at a KFC when I was a teenager, and I can tell you that those dudes in the back who make the chicken work hard. Except when it comes to making biscuits; apparently a lot of them don't follow the procedures (and now you know the reason your biscuit has the consistency of a hockey puck). I was lucky enough to…

I really enjoyed the way things played out in the book, even if some of it stretched plausibility. I was willing to look past that stuff. But the ending is so tidy and wrapped up with a big happy bow. I'm not opposed to the happy ending. I'm opposed to the way we get to it - almost as though Lepucki ran out of steam…

This edition of HateSong made me laugh more than any other, I think.