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I have made 0 progress on Yo el supremo, as I don't really have a good time during my daily routine to read something that requires that level of concentration. If I do, I'm probably reading Greek. But I am reading A Choir of Ill Children by Tom Piccirilli, and holy shit is it good. Imagine that Chuck Palahniuk was born in a shack on some Mississippi swamp with no running water, and this is what he would've written when he grew up. It's true Southern Gothic: it's never clear just how much of the seemingly-supernatural stuff we're supposed to take seriously, and the characters really don't distinguish between what's "natural" and what isn't.