"Oh, God, no," Savannah answered him with a look of horror that was doubtless echoed by teenagers throughout the city. As much as she hated to admit imperfection, Jane Austen was not something she enjoyed.
"This is a much cooler book." Once again, suddenly, she was on her feet. She had been reading it in the recliner, and so the book lay where she had left it. Plopping back down beside him, she opened to one of her favorite illustrations and, leaning nearer to him, showed him the page.
"This is a P1500 Monster." The illustration showed a tank that seemed, at first, like any other tank. Looking more closely, however, one would notice that a considerably smaller tank sat beside it -- and the second tank didn't even seem to reach the tops of the Monster's treads. Pointing to the second tank, she added, "That is supposed to be a normal tank."