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Sororicide
It's quite a bit of fun to try to reproduce a Disney, or at least near-Disney, level of action in Watsonian language, and also trying to make your characters suitably mouse-y.
Today my Writing for Young Readers class discussed The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants and I failed to get a word in edgewise. I liked what the quiet guy who always says something worth listening to said best, anyway: "This book gave me hope that girls can live together peacefully, but you all just ruined it. You're all ripping these girls to shreds ... and they don't even exist!"
Another boy in the class said that he really liked the girls in the book, because they reminded him of the girls he knew at that age, and in fact he kind of had crushes on the girls in the book, which was rather cute.
The third boy, who is in fact probably the one whose actual writing I respect the most of any of my classmates, and who wrote me the most ridiculous fulminations of sincerest praise about my own writing pronouncing me the finest writer among the group, said it was the worst book he'd ever read and that he'd only been able to get through half of it before he returned it and purchased a better book. That was rather disappointing.
The other girls ... well, I suppose you can imagine.
I rather liked it myself. I thought that, for the sort of book it was, it was an absolute tour-de-force, and I could respect and enjoy that. I was able to get over my aversion to anything with the word "sisterhood" -- which, I'm sorry to say, has practically unshakeable connotations of forming improbable and unprofitable alliances with any and every person who shares a certain genetic makeup with me -- and my increasing lack of patience for the trope of girls who are not truly beautiful, unlike some other girl(s), but who just happen to be devastatingly attractive to the sexual partners of their choice (okay, okay, to men). And although "Scarlett O'Hara was not beautiful, but men seldom realized it when they were caught by her charm as the Tarleton twins were", but at least she had the decency not to mention this fact ever again in the 1,000+ pages in my edition of GWTW.
We discuss the book again on Monday. (I always find it hard to discuss on the first day because I can't figure out where everyone else is up to, but by the second day they're supposed to have finished it, if they haven't returned the book to the shop, anyway). We shall see.
My rabbit came successfully through the fourth surgical procedure of her nine years, the removal of some kind of tumor on her neck. She is at home and resting. This is good news indeed, as rabbits are rather fragile creatures and any surgery at all is a risk.
Edit: I see there's some kind of website about some film or other you lot are all excited about. :D
Today my Writing for Young Readers class discussed The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants and I failed to get a word in edgewise. I liked what the quiet guy who always says something worth listening to said best, anyway: "This book gave me hope that girls can live together peacefully, but you all just ruined it. You're all ripping these girls to shreds ... and they don't even exist!"
Another boy in the class said that he really liked the girls in the book, because they reminded him of the girls he knew at that age, and in fact he kind of had crushes on the girls in the book, which was rather cute.
The third boy, who is in fact probably the one whose actual writing I respect the most of any of my classmates, and who wrote me the most ridiculous fulminations of sincerest praise about my own writing pronouncing me the finest writer among the group, said it was the worst book he'd ever read and that he'd only been able to get through half of it before he returned it and purchased a better book. That was rather disappointing.
The other girls ... well, I suppose you can imagine.
I rather liked it myself. I thought that, for the sort of book it was, it was an absolute tour-de-force, and I could respect and enjoy that. I was able to get over my aversion to anything with the word "sisterhood" -- which, I'm sorry to say, has practically unshakeable connotations of forming improbable and unprofitable alliances with any and every person who shares a certain genetic makeup with me -- and my increasing lack of patience for the trope of girls who are not truly beautiful, unlike some other girl(s), but who just happen to be devastatingly attractive to the sexual partners of their choice (okay, okay, to men). And although "Scarlett O'Hara was not beautiful, but men seldom realized it when they were caught by her charm as the Tarleton twins were", but at least she had the decency not to mention this fact ever again in the 1,000+ pages in my edition of GWTW.
We discuss the book again on Monday. (I always find it hard to discuss on the first day because I can't figure out where everyone else is up to, but by the second day they're supposed to have finished it, if they haven't returned the book to the shop, anyway). We shall see.
My rabbit came successfully through the fourth surgical procedure of her nine years, the removal of some kind of tumor on her neck. She is at home and resting. This is good news indeed, as rabbits are rather fragile creatures and any surgery at all is a risk.
Edit: I see there's some kind of website about some film or other you lot are all excited about. :D
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