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OMG! I'm, like, totally addicted to The Princess Diaries! If someone doesn't rugby-tackle me now and take my credit card away from me, I'm going to hie me straight forth to the publishers' remainders sale and buy me books 4-to-infinity in the series. And then read them back-to-back, drinking tea and giggling. When I should be marking third-year essays on Disney and Shrek.
Meg Cabot actually writes refreshingly well: at last, a journal-keeping protagonist who isn't the kind of total, hopeless, ineffectual ditz who makes me want to slap him/her. (Evidence in point: Adrian Mole, Bridget Jones). She has her teenage angsts, but they're relatively realistic (which I never thought Bridget Jones was), as intelligent as possible under the influence of adolescent hormones (which BJ absolutely isn't while not even having that excuse), and interposed with moments of actual agency. And the princess/celebrity stuff is kinda cute (whereas in BJ it's simply agonising*). As cult teen lit, we could be doing a lot worse.
I owe a vote of thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
khoi_boi, who rescued me from intense toast dialogue and Iburst battery yesterday by inviting me out for lunch in Obs. I realise, somewhat belatedly, that I actually don't hang around enough with people of my own vintage, who recognise the same 80s music as I do and can sagely bemoan the moral degeneration of the younger CLAW crowd from the same vantage point. Not that I derive anything but enjoyment from the less agéd among you, but the cultural references aren't quite the same.
Also, courtesy ofwytchfynder, a new webcomic. Scary-Go-Round. British, whimsical, understated, off-the-wall. You have to relax and let it gently sneak up on you.
* Did I mention how much I loathe and despise Bridget Jones? In either book or film form. In the latter, she's definitely not worthy of Mr. Darcy.**
** Cue stv at this point: "Oh, Mr. Darcy!". He gets quite camp.
Meg Cabot actually writes refreshingly well: at last, a journal-keeping protagonist who isn't the kind of total, hopeless, ineffectual ditz who makes me want to slap him/her. (Evidence in point: Adrian Mole, Bridget Jones). She has her teenage angsts, but they're relatively realistic (which I never thought Bridget Jones was), as intelligent as possible under the influence of adolescent hormones (which BJ absolutely isn't while not even having that excuse), and interposed with moments of actual agency. And the princess/celebrity stuff is kinda cute (whereas in BJ it's simply agonising*). As cult teen lit, we could be doing a lot worse.
I owe a vote of thanks to
khoi_boi, who rescued me from intense toast dialogue and Iburst battery yesterday by inviting me out for lunch in Obs. I realise, somewhat belatedly, that I actually don't hang around enough with people of my own vintage, who recognise the same 80s music as I do and can sagely bemoan the moral degeneration of the younger CLAW crowd from the same vantage point. Not that I derive anything but enjoyment from the less agéd among you, but the cultural references aren't quite the same. Also, courtesy of
wytchfynder, a new webcomic. Scary-Go-Round. British, whimsical, understated, off-the-wall. You have to relax and let it gently sneak up on you.* Did I mention how much I loathe and despise Bridget Jones? In either book or film form. In the latter, she's definitely not worthy of Mr. Darcy.**
** Cue stv at this point: "Oh, Mr. Darcy!"
