Tonight’s work read was a book for teens that horrified me with how shallow it was. It made me fear for the souls of young readers until I reminded myself that I read the Sweet Valley High series up through something like number 60 and I turned out okay. I mean, I am looking forward to reading War and Peace so they must not have damaged me too badly. It used to drive my dad crazy to see me with those books, though. He called them “popcorn reading.” But I could not be stopped, not when it came to Elizabeth and Jessica and Lila Fowler and all the gang. Plus, the one where the girl dropped dead from doing cocaine once totally kept me off the drugs.
Bratz, on the other hand, are pure evil. I’d like to burn the Bratz factory down.