In Which Dr. Missy Likes Some Things Better Than Others

I like a good sentence. Who doesn't? Well, probably creepy people who lurk in cemeteries and eat anchovies for fun. What was I saying? Oh, I like a good sentence, and here's one from a book called "The Brixton Brothers: The Case of the Case of Mistaken Identity," by Mac Barnett. Yes, that's the real title--I didn't hiccup or anything.

I enjoyed this book a lot, especially when I learned that the Brixton Brothers were only one person. But let's get to that sentence. "The inside of the Red Herring was shabby and dim and smell like beards."

There are other quite good sentences in the book, but I think this is the best. Even better, the book is free of any dead mother nonsense. Hah! Take that, you cliche users!