“I never liked pickles growing up.”
“I thought they were icky and gross, like the vegetable version of a corpse. Don’t believe me? It’s wrinkly and embalmed. Need I say more?
I am thinking about how much I hate pickles because my least favorite person on the planet, Alec Harrison, is currently munching on the world's fattest pickle across from me at the lunch table and is making no effort to contain the splatter.”
--It Comes With a Pickle, my debut novel.

















