The Princess Diaries: Royal Wedding

I started reading The Princess Diaries series in middle school. It is by far the most endearing, light-hearted, and comedic book series I have ever read. This book series basically ruined all other “fun” book series for me forever. For decades, I have been trying to find the kind of book that’s fast-paced and silly, but in a way that doesn’t make me feel like an airhead trying desperately to care about vapid and annoying characters. So I am super excited that Meg Cabot wrote a new installment in the series but for adult readers.

Picking up this book, makes me feel like a twelve year-old all over again. And for once I can say that in a good way. I was so into the books when I first started reading them that I actually brought the first volume into the shower with me. This really didn’t make any sense because it basically meant that I stood under running water, destroying the environment, until I finally realized I had to toss the book over the curtain and quickly was the shampoo out of my hair so that I could get back to reading uninterrupted.

While I’d like to say that I’ve gotten more mature in the personal hygiene department, I can’t say that this book is any less addictive than the first. (Or second through tenth. I even picked up the final YA book in college and secretly read it in my dorm room until my bff saw where I had failed to hide it successfully and begged me to let her borrow it). Today alone I have considered reading it:

a. at a stop light ( only my overwhelming sense of road safety prohibited me)

b. on the stationary bike at the gym (which I did, and it was my best workout ever)

c. maybe I could make that shower thing work. maybe I’m older and wiser enough to really master it this time…

As you can tell from the cover, the book is about Mia and Michael’s engagement and “royal wedding” but there’s obviously so much more. The best part of this series was always the little stuff and not whatever big event each book happened to be centered around.

No spoilers! I haven’t finished reading this book yet (though I’m running at a fast clip. If only I didn’t have to work for a living, I could really knock it out!) My heart hurts just to think that there could not be more books after this. There HAVE to be more books. PLEASE @MegCabot (I know this isn’t Twitter but now I want a Twitter just so I can tweet that at Meg Cabot).

I’m bad at being a Millennial and I don’t know how to tweet or instagram or whatever, so who wants to start a letter writing campaign with me?

Boxcar Memories

If you haven’t checked out The Art of Eating books, then you really owe it to yourself to read this awesome blog. What I love about this blog is that it makes the worlds of our favorite books more tangible. It seems like this blogger has found a unique way to participate in some classic stories. As I have previously mentioned on this blog, I don’t really enjoy cooking…but I definitely enjoy eating, so I feel like I’ve reached some kind of a compromise with the chore (sorry cooking fans, I know that sounds like blasphemy to you). Anyway, this most recent post on “The Art of Eating Books” really resonated with me in part because I’m going to embark on cooking my mom’s recipe beef stew this weekend. (I purchased pre-cut stew beef thanks to a tip from hemcfeely at Meta’s 1942 Meals).

Okay, so yeah maybe some of the titles leaned a little “very special.”

But I also really loved today’s post specifically because I loved those books so much as a kid. I originally read the mystery books, which my friend’s older brother would give me on occasion. I didn’t have any older siblings of my own, so this was one of those cherished moments when I got to imagine what it might be like to be a kid sister. And I didn’t get to imagine this with some awful older brother (like from The Wonder Years) but with a really awesome older brother, who would every so often lay out all of his Boxcar Children books on his bedroom floor. Then he would carefully consider all of the books, picking them up and giving them the once over one last time. Sometimes he would pull a couple out of the display and set them to the side. Those were the ones he wanted to keep. The ones that were so good he wanted to read them again. But really he wanted to read them all again. The ones so thoughtfully laid out before me were simply the ones he could bear to part with. And that was best part of all of this–that it was truly a gift.

I don’t remember this one. This one looks weird.

He wasn’t just trying to unload his old books on me. He genuinely loved all of them, but he knew that I loved them too. And like any good older brother, he wanted to share that love for books. The stipulation was that I could always pick out x number of books from the display. The number varied based upon the market value of his library (a.k.a. how many he super wanted to read again). So then I would carefully consider all of the titles and covers. He would tell me which ones he liked best, or which ones he though might most appeal to me. (At this point one or two more books might disappear from the display again.I would hope to get this back in the selection sometimes later on in the rotation.) Finally, I would make my selections. If I was particularly torn between two books, he usually gave me both of them. This was in part because he was (and is still) an incredibly nice person, but I also think it was because he loved the stories all so much that he found it somewhat unreasonable to ask anyone to decide between them.

I totally loved these mystery books. It wasn’t until about the second or third grade (after years of Boxcar books) that I actually read the first book. It isn’t a mystery, which was shocking and disappointing to me. I only felt this way because it wasn’t what I had expected and come to love. It is an adventurous tale though and I did come to like it. But mostly I felt anxious for these kids who had to run an entire household out of a boxcar. But hey, I’m just now tackling beef stew so they’re obviously way ahead of me.

Modern American Girl Looks

Two posts in one day?! I know it’s nuts. What’s the reason for this double-header you might ask? Well, I want to try this “write for ten minutes only” thing and see how far I get. So here I go!

First of all, I have been on a Polyvore binge for the past 24 hours. It’s so fun omg! I can’t afford all of these clothes, but I can throw together some outfits for free! Woo!

So today’s inspiration is the original 5 American Girl Dolls, a.k.a best dolls of the 90’s. I know maybe the “original” dolls depend on when you grew up or whatever, but my version of the American Girl Dolls is clearly the correct version. [Insert self-centered Millennial joke here]. Oh well, what do I care? I’m too busy shouldering the burden of an advanced degree and a slowly (ever so slowly) recovering economy, so I hereby name myself the ultimate authority of American Girl Doll history for the next five minutes on The Very Special Blog.

So the best part of these dolls is that they all come with a series of books. And each series has a lesson book. As you may know, we sure do love to learn lessons on this blog!

Very Special Lesson: It’s hard to chose between your dad, who is a patriot,and your bff, who is a loyalist, especially when you’re in school to learn how to properly serve tea!
Very Special Lesson: Sometimes Pioneers had to keep secret friendships with indigenous tribes. Also, it’s hard to go to school in the U.S. when you only speak Swedish.
Very Special Lesson: You’ve just escaped slavery! Now you have to decide who your true friends are: The girl who just wants to hang out, or the rich popular girl who makes you feel cool. Come on, Addy, you know the right choice here.
Very Special Lesson: Income inequality sucks, especially when it means your servant girl is illiterate. Also, child labor is not a great idea.
Very Special Lesson: Spies are cool for WWII, but it is not cool to be a spy if you are trying to cheat on your school project.

Slimed!: A Very Special Book Review

I guess I’m behind the times because this book has been out for like a year. Anyhow, I just finished reading it and I’d like to share some fun stuff from it with you! I supposed “review” is not the best title for this blog post. Believe it or not, I’m not really into book reviews. I seem to have SO many opinions about television, so how could I not take the opportunity to harass a book, right? Well, I don’t have much of an explanation for you, I’m afraid. I think books are more subjective than most other art forms and aside from saying things like “this book had a faced-paced plot” or “this person could not form a coherent sentence,” I don’t really see much point in critiquing someone else’s writing.

Slimed!: An Oral History of Nickelodeon’s Golden Age is exactly what its title says it is. This book is comprised of interviews with producers, writers, directors, actors, and designers who worked on Nickelodeon shows from the beginning of the network through the late ’90’s. My two complaints about the format are that there was absolutely no narrative connecting any of the block quotes from the interviews. I would have liked at least a little context between subject shifts, or some objective background information in a sea of he said/she said memories.  My other complaint is that I did not even realize that there was a glossary in the back of the book that said who all of the interviewees were. I spent most of the book guessing from context as to who each person was–aside from those people whose names I recognized like Blake Sennet and Melissa Joan Hart. Other than that, it was a really great read. Parts of it were painful because even though Nickelodeon seemed like a great place to be a kid, there was still all of that uncomfortable coming-of-age on television stuff. And a lot of the infighting between creators and producers was sad but not unexpected. Okay, enough reviewing! Here are some fun facts!

7 Fun Facts from Old School Nickelodeon

  1. Graham Yost (a writer on Hey Dude) also wrote the screenplay for Speed.
  2. Slime was originally created when a props master let a bucket of garbage that he was supposed to dump on a cast member of You Can’t Do That On Television sit overnight between shooting. The decomposing trash created a smelly green ooze, which the props master was instructed dump it on the kid anyway. Over the years, slime had many different (safer) mixtures, including bases of cream of wheat or applesauce.
  3. Double Dare turned down a million-dollar sponsorship from Casio because they did not feel comfortable displaying the brand’s name on the Double Dare clock. The network in general shied away from corporate advertising in its early days because they did not want to “sell out” the kids or their creative process.
  4. Gerry Labourne, who was the president of Nickelodeon until 1996, moved to Disney and helped to shape The Disney Channel. I always felt like Nick was the network of the ’90’s and Disney was the network of the ’00’s, but maybe this wall all due to one great children’s programmer! She also founded the Oxygen Network in 1998.
  5. Roger Price, the director of You Can’t Do That On Television, brought a gun to a meeting with crew members and told them he would shoot them if they tried to give or sell any of the kids drugs.
  6. Nickelodeon was contractually obligated to have activity on the stages at all times while occupying space at Universal Studios Orlando. When there wasn’t active production happening on the stages, they would send PAs to move cameras around and generally look busy during park hours. If you took at tour of the studios during the ’90’s, there’s a good chance you might have seen people pretending to work.
  7. A pilot for a sequel to Clarissa Explains It All was produced for CBS but the network felt that audiences would not like how Clarissa broke the fourth wall, a staple of the original series. The new series was called Clarissa Now and showed her moving to New York City and pursuing a career in journalism. You can watch it on Youtube.

A Very Special Coloring Book

I’m so excited (and I just can’t hide it)! I got this in the mail today and I spent my entire evening coloring.

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yep. that’s my thumb. whoops.

There’s nothing like a little good old fashioned coloring. Most of these pages are awesome, though some of them scare me, such as the coloring page of Carrot Top and President George H. W. Bush vomiting all over the Japanese prime minister. But hey, I finally got to design my own slap bracelets! There’s a page to design your own Trapper Keeper as well, but I want to work up to that one.

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Yes, that is the shadow of my phone. I’m posting so late. It’s bed time. I have no standards.

All of your favorite TV shows are here too, Clarissa, Fresh Prince, Legends of the Hidden Temple, and Full House. Let’s talk about the coloring page for Full House for a second. First off, I’ve taken some liberties with the house painting largely due to the fact that the house is kind of a boring color. I also wanted to use my brand new watercolor pencils that my boyfriend gave me for our anniversary. These watercolor pencils sort of remind me of those paint books you could get as a kid where you took a wet brush and the color would just like automatically appear. But this is way cooler because you get to pick the colors and put them where you want them. Anyway, suffice it to say you should pretend the Tanner’s live in Haight-Ashbury and not Alamo Square.

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As you can see, I have not colored in any of the people in this picture. That’s partially because I got sleepy, but also because I am confused as to who the people in this picture are. They cannot be The Tanners. They do not look like the Tanners. Michelle is like as tall as that doorway and everyone takes up an entire row house window. The best part of this depiction is that doppleganger Michelle is lurking around the side of the house, but who could that possible be in the bottom right window? Aunt Becky? No, it has to be one of the six original cast. DJ!? Is that DJ? No way! I mistook the girl on the left for Kimmy, but I believe it’s actually supposed to be Steph. And what is going on with Uncle Jesse’s hair?? That’s not his full wavy locks! That some reject style from The Backstreet Boys. And the only distinction between Danny and Joey is that Joey looks slightly lamer and is grouped with Uncle Jesse. ugh. Oh well, it’s not like I could draw those people either.