I loved Pigs Don't Fly when I first read it (in my defense, I was about 9), but didn't realize there was a sequel. When I finally heard about this book and got a copy, I was well past the imprinting-on-terrible-literature age, and was disappointed and confused.

I somehow still have the opening sentence of Pigs Don't Fly memorized: "My mother was the village whore and I loved her very much." It was also the first time I'd seen the word whore in print, leading me to ask my mom, "What's a hoo-ray?" That was an awkward conversation.