Poopin’ Scoopin’ Barbie, Gay Ken dolls, and The Hoff • 12.28.07
What’s cracking me up today? Smart Bitches Who Love Trashy Novels. Not so much the post about Sarah’s reading list, but the stuff below it.
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What’s cracking me up today? Smart Bitches Who Love Trashy Novels. Not so much the post about Sarah’s reading list, but the stuff below it.
(via Thingology)
This weekend I read The Basic Eight by Daniel Handler, aka Lemony Snicket. My friend Becky recommended this book as being “for people who loved Heathers“, and her prediction was spot-on. Flannery Culp is a mesmerizing, if not thoroughly reliable, narrator. Handler’s barely-veiled references to pop culture phenomenons like “Winnie Moprah” and “Stephen Queen” cracked me up, as did Flannery’s acid commentary on her friends, schoolmates and teachers. Despite the precocity of the characters, Handler still captures the essence of teen angst over things like sex, body image and the often-dubious ties of friendship between adolescent girls. As soon as I reached the end of the book, I went straight back to the beginning to reevaluate what I thought I knew about Flannery and the rest of the gang. I’m still not sure I fully grasp all of the plot threads, but I’ve thought of little else since I finished it, so Handler has at the very least created a memorable, nay, haunting book. If your book group is the kind that drinks a lot and doesn’t mind stories with sex, drugs, violence and profanity, The Basic Eight will give you much to discuss.
I just read The Dog Says How by Kevin Kling, and it was awesome. Don’t hold his NPR background against him, he’s a great storyteller.
