The Decoding of Lana Morris
There is something disgusting about this book. Maybe its the discussions of poop. Maybe it's the thumping box-spring of the one-armed, cuckolding foster mother. Maybe its the fact that the main character agrees to ride in the car trunk of a guy who smokes pot while driving. Maybe its the special needs kids with all their painfully awkward foibles. There were many moments reading this novel when I thought: ick.
Despite my squeamishness, I couldn't stop reading it. Sadly, the end didn't quite live up to the rest of the story. Maybe?
Update: My mom loves it. I suppose that's a positive.