Sorry, this post is exactly what it sounds like. No profound symbolism here.
I went to pick out a book this week. A follow-up book to P&P, in which Miss Mary Bennett is the protagonist. Unfortunately, it paints Elizabeth Bennett's marriage in less than happy terms.
Guess what? I won't be reading that book. Anyone having the nerve to suggest that EB and Mr. Darcy are anything but blissfully happy for the rest of their lives can in no way write a story that would interest me. Hmmph!
Other relationships that must also, always be referred to in the most glowing of terms:
Jane and Mr. Rochester as well as Anne Elliot and Captain Wentworth. I think that's it. Anyone else is free to their ups and downs.
Who are your favorite, perfect literary relationships?
In other news, go get The Graveyard Book. You will love it*. Or you won't. One of those.
*And if you do, tell me what you think.
Friday, March 27, 2009
Tuesday, March 03, 2009
In Which The Gracetress Schools MissKitti
But in a nice way.
We've been working on Project Mars over here in the Halverson household. Did you know that it has two moons? I know, right! I don't remember that from school. Phobos and Deimos. Now you know too.
Update: 3/25 So, it's been, what, 2 years since I wrote last? At least. This Holmes has been away from home a lot lately. Anywho, Grace's project was the bomb. Complete with black poster board, glittery red lettering (get it? the "red planet"), and styrofoam planets. In case you were wondering, Michael's has a very nice molecules set that doubles as a planet builder and it's cheaper than buying the planets individually. Just so you know.
In other news, The Gracetress has started softball. She's a leftie and so very great. (Really, she's right smack in the middle of the abilities line, but as a parent I'm obligated to say she's brilliant. And she IS.) I'm so proud of my softball-playing girl.
Also, and most importantly: Grace wants a "rock star" room. What is a Rock Star room? One may ask. When I tried to pin her down on the details, she was rather vague.
Grace: "You know, rock star. Really cool stuff in here. Older toys. We need to get
rid of the baby toys and stuff."
Me: "Yes, but what exactly are 'cool stuff and older toys' and what do you mean
by 'rock star'?" (throw me a bone here)
Grace: " you know..."
Me: "????"
I looked around the room and saw chapter books, pictures of The Gracetress, a school-ready bear, stuffed animals and clothes. No baby toys or books in sight. There's even a dresser-top devoted to all things lotion and body-glitter. Not to mention the Hannah Montana make-up/ hair-do head (yes. I caved. What?!) What's a parent to do?
It turns out that by 'rock star', she meant puppies and dogs. She wants a room decorated with dog stuff. Complete with a doggie bed, for her to lounge on with friends, and a dog bowl with Scooby snacks. To be fair, Scooby snacks aren't bad. Okay. No boy-band posters yet. Just dogs. I can totally do this.
It makes me very nostalgic for my Howard Jones and U2 posters. Good times.
We've been working on Project Mars over here in the Halverson household. Did you know that it has two moons? I know, right! I don't remember that from school. Phobos and Deimos. Now you know too.
Update: 3/25 So, it's been, what, 2 years since I wrote last? At least. This Holmes has been away from home a lot lately. Anywho, Grace's project was the bomb. Complete with black poster board, glittery red lettering (get it? the "red planet"), and styrofoam planets. In case you were wondering, Michael's has a very nice molecules set that doubles as a planet builder and it's cheaper than buying the planets individually. Just so you know.
In other news, The Gracetress has started softball. She's a leftie and so very great. (Really, she's right smack in the middle of the abilities line, but as a parent I'm obligated to say she's brilliant. And she IS.) I'm so proud of my softball-playing girl.
Also, and most importantly: Grace wants a "rock star" room. What is a Rock Star room? One may ask. When I tried to pin her down on the details, she was rather vague.
Grace: "You know, rock star. Really cool stuff in here. Older toys. We need to get
rid of the baby toys and stuff."
Me: "Yes, but what exactly are 'cool stuff and older toys' and what do you mean
by 'rock star'?" (throw me a bone here)
Grace: " you know..."
Me: "????"
I looked around the room and saw chapter books, pictures of The Gracetress, a school-ready bear, stuffed animals and clothes. No baby toys or books in sight. There's even a dresser-top devoted to all things lotion and body-glitter. Not to mention the Hannah Montana make-up/ hair-do head (yes. I caved. What?!) What's a parent to do?
It turns out that by 'rock star', she meant puppies and dogs. She wants a room decorated with dog stuff. Complete with a doggie bed, for her to lounge on with friends, and a dog bowl with Scooby snacks. To be fair, Scooby snacks aren't bad. Okay. No boy-band posters yet. Just dogs. I can totally do this.
It makes me very nostalgic for my Howard Jones and U2 posters. Good times.
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