Thanks, all, for coming to Slog Happy last night. I'll never forget Original Monique's explanation of the Mocking Vagina arm gesture that people apparently do at sporting events when they are unhappy with a player. (And I will continue to never understand human behavior at sporting events.) A lot of people walked away with a lot of books (send your book reports here, people), but, inevitably, there were some books that nobody wanted. Let's take a moment to appreciate those Misfit Books:

The delightfully named Leopoldo Gout's debut horror novel, Ghost Radio, went unloved. Here's the description:

Emanating from the cramped bowels of a dimly lit station—the demented dreamchild of hip, melancholy host Joaquin—Ghost Radio is a sanctuary for sleepless denizens of the night lost halfway between this world and the next. A call-in talk show that invites listeners to share scary stories about vampires and poltergeists, it is a bona fide cult phenomenon. Joined in the booth by his darkly beautiful girlfriend, Alondra, and his devoted engineer, Watt, Joaquin masks his skepticism, encouraging callers to withhold nothing as they spin nightmares and grotesqueries they swear are true.

But the wall separating reality from delusion—the living from the dead—is crumbling because Ghost Radio is going national, picked up for syndication by a huge conglomerate. And no one—not Joaquin, Alondra, or Watt—is even remotely prepared for what's coming next . . .

I don't know what's wrong with you people, not taking that book. For shame! The other fiction book you ignored was The Lie, a coming-of-age novel about a young African-American boy who accidentally shoots and kills hiss older brother and then blames the murder on a truck full of white boys.

The two non-fiction books you avoided were Some of the Dead Are Still Breathing, a collection of essays about the future, and Shell Games, a book about smuggling marine creatures.

If you want any of these books, you will probably be able to find them at the Value Village next door. Nobody at Slog Happy wanted them.