
My son came into my office and handed me the assignment from his second grade teacher, written on a half-sheet. He was wearing sweatpants and had his t-shirt on his head, draped back over his shoulders, so that he looked vaguely like a pharaoh.

a review of The Last Nude, by Ellis Avery
For the Republic of Heaven is like if some chick wants to enter the dating scene and says, “I don’t want to get pregnant. I should rub the Shrine of Sperm-Blocking.”