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The thirteen year old narrator, after his first drag on a cigarette, and first swig of cheap booze thinks:
"This shit is poison. And I realise I've been betrayed by the two vices that fiction promised me I'd adore. Sal Paradise held up bottles of booze like a housewife in a detergent commercial. Holden Caulfield reached for his cigarettes like and act of faith. Even Huckleberry Finn tapped his pipe with relief and satisfaction. I can't trust anything. If sex turns out to be this bad, I'm never reading again."
-- Craig Silvey, Jasper Jones
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