Listen, I'm a terrible person. I got this book out of the library so I could read Sarah Rees Brennan's story, read all the stories up to it, dutifully, read SRB's story which was everything I wanted, and then forgot the book until the library wanted it back. If I had the index page in front of me I might be able to remember something about the other stories, but at the moment I couldn't remember a title if there was a gun to my head. It's a keen anthology, but very much not my usual, and SRB's story was a little on the edge of the anthology's territory, which was probably why I enjoyed it so much.

(SRB's story is an extended joke on how traumatizing it is for teenagers that there parents are sexual beings. It is aces.)