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by Tedd Arnold

One Potato Review

We’re gross. Between the skin peeling off of us, and the hair left behind in our combs and ear wax and toe jam and whatever that is in our belly buttons: it doesn’t get any prettier as we age. This book isn’t for everyone, granted, still it’s hard not to feel a little sympathetic with a boy who believes he’s coming apart at the seams. With everything else we are in the habit of shedding when we get older, it would be a shame to lose our sense of humor as well.