Christ on a pogo stick.
In an attempt to open my eyes to different kinds of things than I usually read, I've had
inanimategrace give me some things to read. I'll eventually go back and write about all of them, but for now, you get a rant about a play called Veronica's Room
WHAT THE HELL DRAMA WRITER. I won't go into it, because, well, it's just kriffed up. I just sat on the roomie's bed and stared for about five minutes after I finished it. adsfaslfkajsd;falsjfd;alkdsfja;lkfds.
That's really all I can say about it.
There will be more coherent reviews in the future, I promise, but ARGH WHAT THE HELL.
(Yes, it is that bad. Good writing, good literature but bad in a wtf way.)