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Books I want
Take That, Adolf!: The Fighting Comic Books Of The Second World War - Mark Fertig,Jack Kirby,Will Eisner
Too Fat, Too Slutty, Too Loud: The Rise and Reign of the Unruly Woman - Anne Helen Petersen

My sister handed me that first book, saying she wants it back.   I want to keep it.  I may splurge on it as a paper back book.   Barnes and Noble doesn't have it, so Amazon may be getting my business for this.

 

I flipped through this book and went, 'oh, shit, is this just punching Hitler in the face?'

 

To which my sister gleefully responded, 'yes, yes, it is.'   Of course, I was more gleeful about it.   Keep in mind, one half of my family was almost nearly wiped out by Hitler, and thus my sister and I believe that, say, punching nazis in the face is okay.   (I was worried, because she's a better person than I am, but her belief is also that they spout genocide and thus seeing Richard Spencer punched in the face to music is a thing of beauty.)

 

I want a copy of this book, dammit.   I do.   It's twenty bucks, though, and I can always borrow my sister's book for now.   (She let me have first read so this will be the priority this weekend.   It's mostly covers about comics set in WW2.   And, no, not all of the covers are punching Hitler, or nazis, in the face centric, but there are enough to make me go swoon-y over this.)

 

I saw Too Fat, Too Slutty, Too Loud for the first time today about the rise of outspoken women, women who don't conform to the perception of what they should be.   Too gross, too pregnant, too queer, and I believe too rude are also plastered across the cover, although not part of the title.  

 

I was pretty much absent yesterday doing emotional wellbeing recovery things.   Watching Netflix - oddly enough, 13 Reasons Why calmed me down, and I now want to read the book which I hear is way better, playing games, just trying to breathe and not have a panic attack.   Thus I am still just as behind on reviews, and got very little reading done.   When I was present, I was sullen and withdrawn.  I think the whole buying a bathing suit didn't help: it reminds me of my body, makes me more present in my body, and it's not about being too fat.   It's about no matter how skinny I was, it's still meat, and I find organic life... um... too gross.   I've been reeling from doing this yesterday.  I've been too freaked out by water for a decade to take a bath - something I've managed to do recently, so progress - so I haven't had to go shopping for suits.   So that's ten years of not having to go through this grueling process that is an exercise in hatred of my body, futility, nihilism and not being able to find a comfortable top that fucking supports boobs. I already had a bottom and I have a rash guard shirt - UPF, made for the water - so I'll wear that.   Contemplating getting swim pants, but, ugh, expensive, and I want to see if I can make it. 

 

If anyone has suggestions, much appreciated.   Right now, I'm thinking a skirt wrap thing, and seeing if I can go in the water with that.   Although I might just go in the bikini and see what happens.   After all, I want to start swimming again - I used to love it! - and this will acclimate me.   I also have free access to the pool at school, yay, so I should get used to showing off my fat, gross body.   Maybe this book will help me cope with that, though. Or maybe not.   Someone suggested parading around in the bottoms until then, just to get used to it, and I'm thinking that might be best!  I've been walking a lot, and I want to swim, not to get slimmer so much as to feel healthier.   

 

Anyway, explanation of my going away yesterday.   I'm going to a friend's house to watch TV, although I'll try to get some comic reading in while he changes DVDs/under covers if it gets too boring.   Prolly not since we're hopefully watching more of The Maxx.  I will try to catch up on reviews in the next couple days, although I may wait until the weekend and flood you with like twenty or thirty reviews.   I know, right, cringe.  I'll try not to do that for you.   Little nervous today, but much better.   (Getting my oil changed because I remembered I needed it and panicked helped, and the guys at the place are go to are fucking amazing.)  

 

I don't have time to post the pic right now, but I've acquired a Black Bolt funko.   Yass.   I will most definitely post one of him and DD and some special guys all at once in a post in the future.   Hopefully tonight as a reward for getting through reviews, maybe tomorrow as a reward for getting through reviews.   Because I'll get to play with my guys!   (Yeah, yeah, I tend to focus on guys.   It's an attraction thing.   I'm not cutting women out of the equation, but I skew towards guys, mostly because I like 'em violent, and dumb, and well... tends to be guys.   Y'know what?   I just skew towards them.   Throw me some Virginia - Vision is not her last name - or some Arcee or Windblade or Nautica, and I'll bite, but I skew towards dudes.)

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text 2017-06-26 00:05
Stratford-upon-Avon, Oxford, and London: Shakespeare, Hogwarts, and Shopping
Shakespeare's Gardens - Andrew Lawson,Shakespeare Birthplace Trust,Jackie Bennett
Shakespeare and the Stuff of Life: Treasures from the Shakespeare Birthplace Trust - Tara Hamling,Delia Garratt
Hamlet: Globe to Globe - Dominic Dromgoole
Year of the Fat Knight: The Falstaff Diaries - Antony Sher
The Lives of Tudor Women - Elizabeth Norton
The Gap of Time - Jeanette Winterson
Vinegar Girl - Anne Tyler
And Furthermore - Judi Dench
Sapiens: A Brief History of Humankind - Yuval Noah Harari
The Wrong Side of Goodbye - Michael Connelly

Stratford

 

A Scene at the RSC Book and Gift Shop

 

The date: June 17, 2017. The time: Approximately 10:00AM.

 

TA and friend enter; TA asks for a shopping basket and makes straight for the shelves and display cases. An indeterminate amount of time is then spent browsing. Whenever her friend points out something and asks "Did you see this?", TA silently points to the steadily growing contents of her basket.  Finally, with a sigh, TA makes for the cashier.

 

Shop assistant: I can see why you asked for a basket when you came in ... So, do you come here often?

 

TA: I try to make it every 2 or 3 years.  [With a sheepish grin:]  And yes, my shopping basket does look like that pretty much every single time, I'm afraid.

 

TA's friend: I can confirm that ...

 

TA: Yeah, she's seen my library at home.

 

TA's friend: Err, I can confirm the shopping sprees as well.

 

Shop assistant (ringing up and bagging one item after another): Well, enjoy your, um, reading ...!

 

Similar scenes, albeit minus the above dialogue were repeated at two of the book & gift stores of the Shakespeare Birthplace Trust in Henley Street (WS birthplace) and Hall's Croft (home of his daughter Judith and her husband, Dr. John Hall, a physician) -- where we actually did spend a fair amount of time talking to the museum assistants, too, though, about everything from visiting Shakekspearean sites to Wimbledon tennis.

 

That being said, we "of course" paid our (well, my) hommage to the Bard, from Trinity Church to the two above-mentioned Shakespeare family houses (return visits all to me, though Hall's Croft was new to my friend), and just as importantly, we had tickets for two of the current "Roman plays" season productions:

 

(1) Antony & Cleopatra, starring Josette Simon and Anthony Byrne in the title roles, with Andrew Woodall as Enobarbus:  One of the best productions of this particular play that I've ever seen.  Josette Simon alone was worth the price of admission ten times over, plus she and Byrne played off each other magnificently, and Andrew Woodall was unlike any Enobarbus I'd seen before, wonderfully highlighting the ironic subtext of his character's lines and giving him more than a hint of a laconic note.  If you're in England and anywhere near Stratford, run and get a ticket for this production ... or if you don't make it all the way to Warwickshire, try to catch it in London when they move the production there.

 

(2) Julius Caesar, starring Andrew Woodall as Caesar and James Corrigan as Marc Antony.  I liked this one, too -- how can any RSC production ever be bad?! -- but by far not as much as Antony and Cleopatra on the night before.  Woodall was a fine Caesar, even if actually a bit too like his Enobarbus (which I might not have found quite as obvious if I hadn't seen both plays practically back to back, on two consecutive nights), and the cast generally did a good job, but this was clearly a "look at all our up-and-coming-talent" sort of production, with almost all of the play's lead roles given to actors who were easily 5, if not 10 or more years younger than the parts they played, which didn't quite work for me -- these people are Roman senators and generals, for crying out loud, and for the most part the requisite gravitas simply wasn't there (yet); even if the talent clearly was.  What a contrast to the very age-appropriate and, as I said, just all around magnificent production of Antony and Cleopatra ... Still, I'm by no means sorry we went to see this, and it's obvious even now that we'll be seeing a lot more of these actors in years to come.

 

We also managed to snag last-minute tickets for a "behind the scenes" tour -- I'd done one in 2014 already, but was more than happy to repeat the experience!  Now I only wish our own opera and theatre company had half the resources that the RSC has at its disposal ...

 

    
Photos, from top left:

1. Shakespeare's bust, above his grave in Trinity Church

2. Shakespeare's epitaph, on his gravestone (photo from 2014, since I didn't get a really good one this time around. N.B., the photo is actually upside down, for somewhat greater ease of reading the inscription.)

3. Trinity Church -- the graves of Shakespeare and his family are located in the part to the left of the tower.

4. River Avon, with RSC Theatre and, in the background, the spire of Trinity Church

5. RSC Theatre

6. Shakespeare's Birthplace (Henley Street)

7.Shakespeare Birthplace Trust centre, next to the actual Henley Street Birthplace building

8. Hall's Croft, garden view

9.New Place and Guild Chapel (photo from 2014)

10. New Place gardens, looking towards RSC and Swan Theatres (also a photo from 2014 -- we didn't make it inside New Place this time around, though we did pass by there on our way from our B&B to the RSC theatre and to Henley Street and back).

 

Now, since Manuel Antao elsewhere insisted on "the full list" -- the grand total result of the above-mentioned shopping sprees, plus a brief supplementary foray into an airport W.H. Smith, was the following:

 

CDs:

* William Shakespeare: Antony & Cleopatra: Music and Speeches from the 2017 Royal Shakespeare Company Production

* William Shakespeare: Julius Caesar: Music and Speeches from the 2017 Royal Shakespeare Company Production

* William Shakespeare: King Lear: Music and Speeches from the 2016 Royal Shakespeare Company Production -- which alas I had to miss, but it starred Antony Sher as Lear, whom I saw as Falstaff in 2014 ... which in turn was just about all the reason I needed to get the audio version of his Lear, too.

*  William Shakespeare: The Tempest: Music and Speeches from the 2016 Royal Shakespeare Company Production -- which I also had to miss, but I figured even if I was a year late ... (plus, Simon Russell Beale as Prospero and directed -- like the 2016 Lear -- by Gregory Doran ...?!)

*  William Shakespeare: King Richard III, full cast audio recording starring Kenneth Branagh -- a long-time must-have from my TBR or, err, "to-be-listened-to" list.

The British Library, with Ben and David Crystal: Shakespeare's original pronunciation: Speeches and scenes performed as Shakespeare would have heard them -- there's a video version of this on Youtube (I think Lora posted about it here a while back), and if you haven't already seen it, I highly recommend remedying that sooner rather than later.  It gives you a whole new insight into Shakespeare's use of language ... down to lingusitic puns, allusions and images that you really only pick up on once you've heard what the Bard and his original audiences would have heard in the delivery of the respective lines.

 

Books: 

*  Jackie Bennett, with photographs by Andrew Lawson: Shakespeare's Gardens -- a lavishly illustrated coffee table book-sized guide to the gardens Shakespeare knew (or might have known) both in Stratford / Warwickshire and in London, as well as on the gardens of the five Shakespeare-related houses in and around Stratford, with an introductory chapter on Tudor gardening in general.  THE find of several great finds of this trip.  (And it's even an autographed copy ... as I only discovered when I unpacked the book back home!)

*  Roy Strong: The Quest for Shakespeare's Garden -- similar to the above (though smaller in format) and a great complementary book, with plenty of historical illustrations and leading up to a focus on the New Place garden, which has painstakingly been restored in period style in recent years.

*  Delia Garratt and Tara Hamling (eds.): Shakespeare and the Stuff of Life: Treasures from the Shakespeare Birthplace Trust -- an illustrated guide to Shakespeare's life and times in the style of the recently-popular "so-and-so [insert topic] in 100 objects" books, with 50 representative objects covering the key aspects of Shakespeare's life from cradle to grave.

*  Peter Sillitoe & Maurice Hindle (ed.): Shakespearean London Theatres -- what the title says, but with a handy walking map allowing the aficionado to trace not merely the locations of the various theatres but also get a sense of the areas where they were located ... or at least, their respective modern incarnations.

*  Paul Edmondson and Stanley Wells (eds.), with contributions by, inter alia and in addition to the editors, Graham Holderness, Charles Nicholl, Andrew Hadfield and John Jowett, and an afterword by James Shapiro: Shakespeare Beyond Doubt -- a scholarly refutation of the various "alternate authorship" theories.

*  Paul Edmondson and Stanley Wells (eds.), with contributions by, inter alia and in addition to the editors, Michael Wood, Graham Holderness, Germaine Greer and Andrew Hadfield, and an afterword by Margaret Drabble: The Shakespeare Circle -- a collective biography of Shakespeare's family, friends, business associates and patrons; a bit like Stanley Wells's earlier Shakespeare & Co., but not merely focusing on the other key figures of Elizabethan theatre, and with individual chapters / essays designated to individual persons (or families), instead of the continuous narrative contained in Shakespeare & Co.

*  James Shapiro: 1606: Shakespeare and the Year of Lear -- pretty much what the title implies; a follow-up to Shapiro's earlier focus on Shakespeare's life in 1599.

*  Frank Kermode: Shakespeare's Language -- also pretty much what the title says, with a joint examination of the pre-Globe plays' poetic and linguistic characteristics and a play-by-play examination of the last 16 plays, beginning with Julius Caesar.

*  Dominic Dromgoole: Hamlet: Globe to Globe -- the Globe Theatre Artistic Director's account of their recent, 2-year-long venture of taking a production of Hamlet to (literally) every single country in the world.

*  Antony Sher: Year of the Fat Knight: The Falstaff Diaries -- a must-read for anyone who's been fortunate enough to see the RSC's 2014 productions of Henry IV, Parts 1 and 2, and still a rioting good read if you haven't.  Plus, the most amazing sketches by Sher himself ... the man is an artist several times over!

*  Antony Sher & Gregory Doran: Woza Shakespeare! Titus Andronicus in South Africa -- not new, but it's been on my TBR for a while and I figured while I was at it ...

*  Sheridan Morley: John Gielgud: The Authorized Biography -- comment unnecessary.

* Jonathan Croall, with a prologue by Simon Callow: Gielgoodies! The Wit and Wisdom [& Gaffes] of John Gielgud -- a frequently hilarious complementary read to the above bio.

*  Harriet Walter: Brutus and Other Heroines: Playing Shakespeare's Roles for Women -- plus, I might add, plenty of insight into Shakespearean theatre in particular and acting in general.

*  Harriet Walter: Other People's Shoes: Thoughts on Acting -- as the title implies, more of the above, though minus the near-exclusive focus on Shakespeare. (Instead, however, also a professional autobiography of sorts.)

*  Judi Dench: And Furthermore -- her memoirs.  Very much looking forward to this one.

*  Jeanette Winterson: The Gap of Time -- Hogarth Shakespeare adaptation series, The Winter's Tale.

*  Anne Tyler: Vinegar Girl -- Hogarth Shakespeare adaptation series, The Taming of the Shrew.

* Howard Jacobson: Shylock Is My Name -- Hogarth Shakespeare adaptation series, The Merchant of Venice. (I could have gone on and gotten more of those, but I figured I'd limit myself to three to begin with ... :) )

*  Ian Doescher: William Shakespeare's Star Wars: Verily, a New Hope -- I know, I know.  Everybody but me has already read it at this point.

*  Elizabeth Norton: The Lives of Tudor Women -- a(nother) proximate choice, since I've spent so much time in their world (and that of their Plantagenet sisters / ancestors) recently, thanks in no small part to Samantha [Carpe Librum]!

*  Robert Harris: Imperium -- Cicero trilogy, book 1.  And yes, there is a Shakespeare connection even here ... think " 'twas all Greek to me."  (Also, as was to be expected, the RSC bookstore had Harris's complete Roman series on their shelves as companion reads (of sorts) to their current Roman  plays season.)

*  Yuval Noah Harari: Sapiens: A Brief History of Humankind -- no Shakespeare connection here; unless Harari should be (justly) citing to Shakespeare as an exponent of human genius, that is.  Anyway, this is where the airport W.H. Smith came in handy.

*  Michael Connelly: The Wrong Side of Goodbye -- see Harari above! :)

 

Plus a blue RSC silk scarf, a Macbeth quote T-shirt (can't have too much of the Scottish play, ever), a First Folio canvas bag (had to get something to carry all my new treasures home in, after all), a couple of Shakespeare- and Tudor-related postcards, and of course a few more Shakespeare quote mugs and refrigerator magnets for my respective collections.

 

Oxford

On the way from London to Stratford, we'd stopped by in Oxford: This being merely an extended weekend trip, we didn't have a lot of time, but since our last attempt to visit this half of Oxbridge had literally been drowned by floods of torrential rain (so we ended up spending virtually all the time in the Museum of Natural History), I'd promised my friend a short visit at least -- all the more since I myself had actually spent a few days in Oxford in the interim with my mom. Well, with the weather cooperating this time around, we at least managed a stroll along Broad Street and down Catte Street to Radcliffe Square, then past St. Mary's Church to "the High," a brief climb up Carfax Tower, and finally a visit to Hogwarts, err, Christchurch College (Tom Quad, Chapel, Great Hall and all).

 

 



Photos, from top left:

1. View from Radcliffe Square down Catte St.: Radcliffe Camera and Bodleian Library to the left; Hereford College to the right.

2. View from Carfax Tower towards St. Mary's Church, Radcliffe Camera, Hereford College, Magdalen College, and New College.

3. / 4.: Christchurch College: Tom Quad with Tom Tower (left photo) and Chapel and Great Hall (right photo).

5.: Christchurch College, Chapel.

6.: Christchurch College, Great Hall.

 

(We had, incidentally, also been planning for a stop in Cambridge on the return trip from Stratford, but that had to be cancelled ... which is a story for another day.  Also, this will now obviously necessitate yet another joint trip to England at some point or other!)

 

 

London

London, where we actually started our trip, was the first scheduled "shopping spree" stop: Since we've both visited London repeatedly before, no mad bouts of "mandatory" sightseeing were included; rather, merely being there tends to make both of us pretty happy campers in and of itself.  Since we've also more or less worked out a route covering the stores that we tend to hit on a routine basis whenever we're visiting, it took us all but five hours to complete our program, from Neal's Yard Remedies (at the original Neal's Yard location in Seven Dials) all the way to Fortnum & Mason's, with various other stops thrown in on the way, chiefly among those, Whittard of Chelsea and, this time around, Crabtree & Evelyn (which we actually do have in Germany, too, but the London branches had those irresistible sales ... (sigh)).  Since I knew I was going to spend a lot of money buying books in Stratford, I decided -- with a somewhat heavy heart -- to forego my usual Charing Cross Road stops on this occasion; though towards the end of the aforementioned five hours (1) my left knee started to give me serious trouble, and (2) we were already laden with our other purchases to such an extent that even I had to admit there would have been no way we'd be able to carry back books to our hotel on top, so I was grudgingly reconciled ... though only for the moment, and with the effect of instantly resolving to return to England sooner rather than later; a resolution that has since blossomed in fully-blown plans for a longer (and solo) follow-up trip, from the England / Wales border all the way to the Norfolk coast -- and in addition to plenty of sightseeing, I've also promised myself plenty of book store stops along the way.

 

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review 2017-06-08 09:49
Wie ein Teeniefilm
The Duff (Designated Ugly Fat Friend) - Kody Keplinger

Im Mai 2017 erhielt ich über die Motto-Challenge eine Leseaufgabe, die für mich eine echte Herausforderung darstellte: ich sollte Liebesgeschichten lesen. Da ich Chic-Lit nicht mag, war ich erst mal ratlos. Enthielt mein Bücherregal überhaupt Bücher, die ich mir anrechnen durfte? Eine Recherche ergab, dass die Auswahl unerwartet groß ist, zumindest, wenn wir Liebesgeschichten nicht mit Liebesromanen gleichsetzen. „The DUFF“ von Kody Keplinger lag ziemlich genau ein Jahr auf meinem SuB. Die Challenge hat unter anderem den SuB-Abbau zum Ziel, also entschied ich, dass dieser Young Adult – Roman ein guter Einstieg in das neue Monatsmotto wäre.

 

DUFF. Designated Ugly Fat Friend. Diese unverschämte Beleidigung ließ Bianca Piper durchdrehen. Ihr war bewusst, dass sie ihren besten Freundinnen bezüglich ihres Aussehens nicht das Wasser reichen kann. Es war in Ordnung für sie, die Clevere zu sein, die gute Noten bekommt und auf ein unerschöpfliches Repertoire sarkastischer Bemerkungen zurückgreifen kann. Doch dass ausgerechnet Wesley Rush, der notorische Weiberheld der Schule, behauptete, sie sei in ihrer Clique das Mädchen, das die anderen besser aussehen lasse, weil sie selbst als dickes, hässliches Entlein durchginge, schlug dem Fass den Boden aus. Ihre Synapsen hatten einen Kurzschluss. Sie muss vorübergehend unzurechnungsfähig gewesen sein, denn sonst hätte sie sich niemals auf diese seltsame „Feindschaft mit Zusatzleistungen“ mit Wesley eingelassen. Nun ist es zu spät für Vernunft. Plötzlich sind Gefühle im Spiel, die weder Bianca noch Wesley erwarteten. Kann aus tiefer Abneigung tatsächlich Liebe werden?

 

Überraschung, Überraschung – ich bin zu alt für dieses Buch. „The DUFF“ ist das literarische Äquivalent eines Teeniefilms aus den 90er oder 2000er Jahren. Als dieses Genre populär war, liebte ich diese Filme. Irgendwann ebbte der Hype um cineastische Teenager-Romanzen ab und ich wuchs aus den stereotypen Geschichten heraus. „The DUFF“ katapultierte mich in die Welt des High-School-Lebens amerikanischer Jugendlicher zurück, in diesen verbissenen Krieg um Popularität. Ein Krieg, den Bianca Piper bewusst zu boykottieren glaubte, bis ihr Wesley Rush mit der Sensibilität einer Müllpresse vor Augen führt, dass sie sich dem Kampf um Anerkennung gar nicht entziehen kann. „DUFF“ ist eine außerordentlich widerwärtige Beleidigung, weil sie meiner Meinung nach eine Menge Wahrheit enthält. Junge Frauen vergleichen sich bewiesenermaßen mehr als alle anderen Bevölkerungsgruppen. Während der Teenagerzeit ist der gesellschaftliche Druck, wie alle anderen auszusehen und ein willkürlich formuliertes Ideal zu erfüllen, besonders groß. Mädels, ihr wisst, wovon ich spreche – ihr habt es selbst erlebt. Die Unsicherheit, die Selbstzweifel, die Fragen, warum die Oberweite nicht größer, die Hüften nicht schmaler und die Oberschenkel nicht straffer sein können. Die Angst, ungenügend zu sein, während man nervös auf die Freundinnen schielt, ist ein stetiger Begleiter. Bianca jedoch wähnte sich erhaben. Sie glaubte, über dem Konkurrenzgerangel junger Mädchen zu stehen. Sie hielt sich für klüger, weniger naiv. Erst Wesleys Beleidigung zeigt ihr, dass sie genauso oberflächlich und von der Meinung anderer beeinflussbar ist, wie die Mädchen, die sie bisher immer belächelte. Ich hatte Schwierigkeiten mit Bianca, weil ich sie arrogant und heuchlerisch fand. Sie ist unheimlich stolz darauf, intelligent genug zu sein, um sich mit einer ständigen Aura aus Sarkasmus und Zynismus umgeben zu können, aber ich empfand sie die meiste Zeit als verletzend und anstrengend. Es dauert ewig, bis sie begreift, dass sie keineswegs besser ist als ihre Mitschüler_innen und ihre spätere Einsicht, dass sich jeder junge Mensch mit einem Label identifiziert, erschien mir nicht so weltbewegend, dass es das Warten wert gewesen wäre. Für mich entwickelt sich „The DUFF“ zu langsam, weil die Geschichte äußerst vorhersehbar ist. Ich war ungeduldig und wollte Bianca schütteln, damit sie endlich die Augen öffnet und erkennt, was für mich vollkommen offensichtlich war – einschließlich ihrer Gefühle für Wesley. Ihre Beziehung erfüllt zahllose Klischees, es gefiel mir allerdings, dass Kody Keplinger an ihrem Beispiel einen ehrlichen Blick auf das Liebes- und Sexualleben von Teenagern wirft. Sie idealisiert und beschönigt nichts. Die Zeiten, in denen Jugendliche von Bienchen und Blümchen keinen blassen Schimmer hatten, sind lange vorbei. Jugendliche haben Sex und verhalten sich dabei nicht immer verantwortungsbewusst. Das ist Fakt, es gibt keinen Grund, diesen zu vertuschen. Ich bin froh, dass Keplinger die Realität darstellt, statt überholte Euphemismen.

 

„The DUFF“ ist wieder einmal eine nette Lektüre für Zwischendurch, die mir wohl weit mehr gebracht hätte, hätte ich sie als Teenager gelesen. Ich bin nun mal keine 17 mehr und habe meine jugendlichen Selbstzweifel Großteils überwunden. Mit 27 muss mir niemand mehr vorbeten, dass jeder Mensch hin und wieder mit dem eigenen Aussehen hadert. Ich weiß, dass Schubladendenken niemandem gerecht wird und sich eine Persönlichkeit nicht durch ein Label wie DUFF erfassen lässt. Daher ist dieser Roman für mich mittlerweile zu offensichtlich; er enthält Wahrheiten, die ich mir bereits selbst erarbeitete. Nichtsdestotrotz ist das Buch nicht schlecht und ich finde es beeindruckend, dass Kody Keplinger es schrieb, als sie selbst erst 17 Jahre alt war. Ich bereue die Lektüre nicht und war dankbar, dass ich währenddessen kaum nachdenken musste.
Meiner Meinung nach ist „The DUFF“ ein klassischer Fall von „Kann man, muss man aber nicht“, wenn man die wilden Teenagerjahre bereits hinter sich hat. Habt ihr jüngere Geschwister im richtigen Alter? Cousinen oder Cousins? Dann solltet ihr vielleicht in Betracht ziehen, ihnen eine Ausgabe des Buches zu schenken, statt es selbst zu lesen. Sie haben vermutlich mehr davon.

Source: wortmagieblog.wordpress.com/2017/06/08/kody-keplinger-the-duff
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review 2017-03-19 19:39
Conversations We All Have Had With Each Other
Conversations With the Fat Girl - Liza Palmer

I've been re-reading this book for years. It has become a comfort read, and mainly that's because I saw parts of me in Maggie from beginning to end. Who hasn't been unhappy with their appearance or their current place in life? And who hadn't had someone who was once a best friend that you can feel yourself growing away from to the point you wonder why in the world are you friends. 

 

"Conversations With the Fat Girl" showcases Maggie who's in her late twenties and who feels adrift from where she currently is in this time of her life. Maggie who has a master's degree and who at one time had hopes of restoring art feels as if everybody in her family has gone on to a different life and when her best friend Olivia becomes engaged she feels even more lost. But besides that Maggie, is nursing a crush on her co-worker Dominic wondering if he is who she needs.

 

Things I loved about Maggie is that she has a good heart, she's loyal, and that she loves her family​. I thought it was pretty cool to have a heroine who is actually trained in something like art restoration since I can't recall that as an occupation I have read before.

 

But what I thought was great about Maggie is that she knows that her friendship with Olivia is broken and that she still harbors hope that it can be fixed until the realization that it's not going to be fixed hits her. 

 

I don't want to reveal too much because that would end up spoiling the book for others but there's a reason why Maggie and Olivia became friends when they were younger and now there's a reason that they have grown apart. Due to the book being told in the first-person we get a lot of information about Maggie and her family and you're definitely in her head the whole time. Sometimes it might feel like it's a bit too much but I actually thought it worked for the story though I do say that there was a little bit of flow problems in the middle part but not enough for me to ding it. I can't wait to read the sequel to this book to find out what happened to Maggie and actually we're Olivia is now in her life.

 

Things that are frustrating about Maggie is you get to see before she sees that her weight really doesn't define her and she's been using it kind of as a crutch in order to not hope for what things that she should. She like everybody else in this world wants to be with somebody that loves her.

 

There's other characters in this book that I thought were really well done we have Maggie's friend at the coffee shop Peregrine, her sister, her mother, Dominic, and of course Olivia.  

 

The book takes place on California with other locations brought up. I will say that Vegas was described better in my eyes than DC was. 

 

The ending left things up in the air. You don't know what happens next, and I have been imagining scenarios for years. I am happy I am finally going to get to see what happened to everyone (fingers crossed). 

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