I have a problem. My TBR pile is on the verge of becoming sentient and may or may not have its eye on the small animals that dwell in my home in order to fuel its ever-growing rage. Yet I keep adding to it. It grows stronger every day and yet I just can't stop collecting the pieces in a never-ending attempt to complete its soul.
I am currently accepting books for review. Read my policy for more information. I'd recommend against just firing off a review request without reading it. I'll just end up feeding it to the looming pile and you'll never hear back from me.
Forget Mean Girls. Heathers is the mother of all that is nasty high school bitches and the drive to want to eliminate them. Veronica (Winona Ryder) is one of the popular girls, the one not named Heather. But she doesn’t quite fit right although they take her in nonetheless. Enter JD (Christian Slater) and everything gets blown to shit. Literally.
Seriously, if you haven’t seen this classic yet, you have your homework for the weekend. It’s as dark as a dark comedy can get. Plus it spawned the epic line, “I love my dead gay son!” And let’s not forget, “Corn nuts!” They don’t make teen movies like this anymore.