In my life, anyway, everyone has strep. My house is full of strep. Adam explained to me that the nurse told him that every surface at school, including the table where he eats lunch, is just covered with strep. Good times.
I need to read more comics; I can plow through those faster and get more finished. Memo to self.
Also, I'm having another big coincidence in my reads--two books that start out being about something else but end up being basically about losing control of your body, being trapped in it with no volition. Freaky stuff.
More when we make it out of Strepland.