I think I found the worst sentence in the entire world.
Mysterious, this object drew Erika just as the lustrous eyes of Dracula drew Mina Harker toward her potential doom in a novel that was not likely to be a source for literary allusions suitable to the average formal dinner party in the Garden District but that was in her downloaded repertoire nonetheless. Dean Koontz--Frankenstein, City of Night
Granted, this was on the first page I opened to, so the book may contain a whopper or six yet. But I showed it to one coworker, who went into shrieking gales of laughter and then demanded I find something worse to show her come Monday. Likely? Not really. Bah.
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Current objective: get more stuff on etsy, get invitations printed, get red ribbon, and get t00bs addressed.