Is there anything sweeter than a sequel? If a subsistence on culture derived solely from the creative offerings ground out by the Hollywood sausage machine has taught us anything, it’s this: you can’t beat a dead joke horse too hard, too long, or too often. And thus, the continuing exploits of Americas Trailer Dwelling Disgruntled Heroine, Eman Lluf, are revisited in this no-cusswords-barred tome guaranteed to rattle the rafters of your thalamus until you’re found helplessly fetal on the public pavement shrieking, Please stop! Should you read between the lines, maybe there’s a killer love story in there somewhere, too.
