Faulkner, I KEEL you.

So my goal this summer was to read all those classic books everyone says that one "must" read. It was a good goal. A worthy goal, even. However. I shouldn't have started out with "As I Lay Dying." Because Faulkner? Can't write. [Don't shoot me.]

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*brain explodes*

I finished it. Not a particularly great book. In fact, Faulkner gets added to my List Of People Who Get Visited And Slapped Upside The Head When I Build My Time Machine. Because dang. If I turned in something like this... Gah.

It's just not fair. I guess I'd better get to work on that time machine... Faulkner, here I come.