I used to own this book, and it effed up my adolescent years something fierce. "Smear Vaseline on my eyelashes"? One day of bleary vision later and I knew this book was crap.
"Soup bone collection"? That's just...stoopid. The "soak your clothes in kerosene" bit was enough to convince me that whoever wrote this hated women with a passion. "Soak your clothes in kerosine"? EEEEEEEEEEK!
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"Soup bone collection"? That's just...stoopid. The "soak your clothes in kerosene" bit was enough to convince me that whoever wrote this hated women with a passion. "Soak your clothes in kerosine"? EEEEEEEEEEK!