When you're having the type of day when everything's going wrong and things are spiralling out of control this book starts to make perfect sense. It's quirky, subversive and bizarre.
She looked at the motel's bedside clock: 7:03 a.m. Pill o'clock. She took two capsules from her prescription pill cadie and swallowed them with tap water gone flat overnight, which now tasted like nickles and pennies.
Black Night at Big Thunder Mountain by Glenn Patterson