Food, snow, Britney, and books
Nov. 25th, 2004 08:52 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
eee1313So it’s Thanksgiving, and there’s a beautiful coating of snow on the ground. Hooray! Granted, it’s going to make driving a pain, but still. Snow! Today I’m going to my parents’ house for dinner, and then hours upon hours of helping my mom get Christmas decorations down from the attic. Did I mention last year that my mom has thousands of ornaments? No, I’m not joking. This year she’s borrowing my artificial tree so that she can have a second tree in the basement. This is fine with me, as the other night I was walking around with BJ, and I decided I want a real tree, anyway. We passed by two Christmas tree lots, and they have these adorable little trees, about four or five feet tall, perfect for an apartment. I want one.
Anyway, yes, that’s what I’m doing today. Although right now, for no reason whatsoever, I’m writing about young adult fiction I read as a child. I think I’m curious to find if any of you read this stuff as well.
While I was at my sister's I got a bunch of books from her that were mine as a kid. She wasn't holding these books, these were in a box of children's books that Mom gave her when she had the baby. Anyway, I got back my favorite series, Samantha Slade, Monster Sitter by Susan Smith. I LOVED this when I was a kid. 12-year-old girl babysits for a cheap knockoff of the Addams Family. So good. Although I never got the fourth book in the series, the one where Samantha and the kids start up a rock band. That might be a good thing, after all, because even as a kid I was embarrassed by the cover. I remember purple and spandex. Dude.
While most other girls were swooning over the latest Babysitters' Club books, I was busy reading lesser-known series like Camp Sunnyside Friends. I don't actually remember too much about this series, except there was "the fat girl" and then a girl named Trish. Or maybe it was Tina. Anyway, Yakgirl stumbled across a few of these and gladly handed them back to me. One book is all about a new girl in the cabin, and the drawing on the cover makes her look like a bad Pat Benetar rip-off. Sad, sad, sad. These books didn't hold my attention for very long, as I only had about six in the series, and I haven't thought about them in years.
Unfortunately, the box of books didn't hold the one series that I was most looking forward to finding: Sharon Dennis Wyeth's Pen Pals books. Of course, these were not in the box. *sigh* You know the drill: girls live at an all-girls school, send innocent letters to boys at the prep school (predictably) on the other side of town, girls learn valuable lessons about themselves and the opposite sex, but all wrapped up in the innocence and chasteness of junior-high level reading. While Samantha Slade was my favorite for the upper-elementary reading, Pen Pals was the junior high equivalent. These books made me want to go to an all-girls' school, because I wanted to live in a dorm and have a boy fall in love with me because of how brilliant a letter-writer I was. I was also the kid who thought somehow, high school would be a bit like Saved by the Bell, with a cool hangout like The Max for me and my friends to hang out in after school. Ah, so naive.
The box also only contained two Paula Danziger books. I loved her books. She wrote for the junior high set, but for the junior high set who wanted desperately to be grown up and independent and make out with boys, all while being rather neurotic. I read these books over and over and over. My favorite was Remember Me to Harold Square, a book which taught me all sorts of useless facts about the city of New York. Oh my God! There’s a sequel! Oh, awesome. Anyway, there were only two of her books in the box, and unfortunately they were my two least favorite ones. Bah. The box of books is now officially conspiring against me.
Hey, am I the only one who really enjoys the Chris Cox Megamix of Britney's shit? I shouldn't like Britney, because she's really not good at all. But damn, if this isn't a great mix. It also brings to light the fact that all of Britney's songs sound more than a lot alike. But still, fun. I almost wish they just sold the second disc of her greatest hits album, the one with all the remixes and stuff. Also, what's with dragging down the megamix by including "Everytime," that crappy Britney-fights-with-Stephen-Dorff-and-drowns song? Is that song even a hit? Why not include some other crap, like "Lucky" or "Sometimes?" And why am I even talking about Britney? Damn, I really watched too much TRL back in the day. Oy.
And finally...
Happy Thanksgiving, y'all. Except for you Canadians. You already got your Thanksgiving, so quit yer bitchin'. ;p As for you Kiwis, well, I don't know if you have a national holiday equivalent of Thanksgiving. If you do, I hope it is/was good. But for now, I have to get ready to go. See you when I'm all gorged and sleepy!
Anyway, yes, that’s what I’m doing today. Although right now, for no reason whatsoever, I’m writing about young adult fiction I read as a child. I think I’m curious to find if any of you read this stuff as well.
While I was at my sister's I got a bunch of books from her that were mine as a kid. She wasn't holding these books, these were in a box of children's books that Mom gave her when she had the baby. Anyway, I got back my favorite series, Samantha Slade, Monster Sitter by Susan Smith. I LOVED this when I was a kid. 12-year-old girl babysits for a cheap knockoff of the Addams Family. So good. Although I never got the fourth book in the series, the one where Samantha and the kids start up a rock band. That might be a good thing, after all, because even as a kid I was embarrassed by the cover. I remember purple and spandex. Dude.
While most other girls were swooning over the latest Babysitters' Club books, I was busy reading lesser-known series like Camp Sunnyside Friends. I don't actually remember too much about this series, except there was "the fat girl" and then a girl named Trish. Or maybe it was Tina. Anyway, Yakgirl stumbled across a few of these and gladly handed them back to me. One book is all about a new girl in the cabin, and the drawing on the cover makes her look like a bad Pat Benetar rip-off. Sad, sad, sad. These books didn't hold my attention for very long, as I only had about six in the series, and I haven't thought about them in years.
Unfortunately, the box of books didn't hold the one series that I was most looking forward to finding: Sharon Dennis Wyeth's Pen Pals books. Of course, these were not in the box. *sigh* You know the drill: girls live at an all-girls school, send innocent letters to boys at the prep school (predictably) on the other side of town, girls learn valuable lessons about themselves and the opposite sex, but all wrapped up in the innocence and chasteness of junior-high level reading. While Samantha Slade was my favorite for the upper-elementary reading, Pen Pals was the junior high equivalent. These books made me want to go to an all-girls' school, because I wanted to live in a dorm and have a boy fall in love with me because of how brilliant a letter-writer I was. I was also the kid who thought somehow, high school would be a bit like Saved by the Bell, with a cool hangout like The Max for me and my friends to hang out in after school. Ah, so naive.
The box also only contained two Paula Danziger books. I loved her books. She wrote for the junior high set, but for the junior high set who wanted desperately to be grown up and independent and make out with boys, all while being rather neurotic. I read these books over and over and over. My favorite was Remember Me to Harold Square, a book which taught me all sorts of useless facts about the city of New York. Oh my God! There’s a sequel! Oh, awesome. Anyway, there were only two of her books in the box, and unfortunately they were my two least favorite ones. Bah. The box of books is now officially conspiring against me.
Hey, am I the only one who really enjoys the Chris Cox Megamix of Britney's shit? I shouldn't like Britney, because she's really not good at all. But damn, if this isn't a great mix. It also brings to light the fact that all of Britney's songs sound more than a lot alike. But still, fun. I almost wish they just sold the second disc of her greatest hits album, the one with all the remixes and stuff. Also, what's with dragging down the megamix by including "Everytime," that crappy Britney-fights-with-Stephen-Dorff-and-drowns song? Is that song even a hit? Why not include some other crap, like "Lucky" or "Sometimes?" And why am I even talking about Britney? Damn, I really watched too much TRL back in the day. Oy.
And finally...
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Happy Thanksgiving, y'all. Except for you Canadians. You already got your Thanksgiving, so quit yer bitchin'. ;p As for you Kiwis, well, I don't know if you have a national holiday equivalent of Thanksgiving. If you do, I hope it is/was good. But for now, I have to get ready to go. See you when I'm all gorged and sleepy!
