I’m an avid reader. I like to read all things. I do not discriminate, in fact, I have an unabashed love for Jackie Collins novels that I will not apologise for. I have always been like this. For every literary novel I read in high school/young adulthood, I also read some trash. Frequently this trash was Sweet Valley High/University. So imagine my surprise when I realised Sweet Valley Confidential came out couple of years ago, the 10 year update on what the Wakefield sisters are up to. So I’m doing some catch up and Holy Geebus, stupid and depressing much? It was always vapid and I guess it never challenged why oh so smart Elizabeth never paid attention to what was going on around but I knew it was happening. On some level I forgave them because of their age, In this latest treasure they’re suppose to be 27. Playtime is over Elizabeth Wakefield! Coasting by on your looks is not enough these days honey. According to you, your sister Jessica worked this one out 8 months ago. Time to move on! We’re done here!
It’s like reading a $1 romance novel I picked up from Lifeline to pad out the set on my friend’s film. It’s rare I can actually feel myself getting dumber just by reading, but it’s happening. I think it’s being reflected in my writing as we speak… punctuation hell! I’ll still read this lil’ brain squirt and it’s follow ups, which are still being written. I’d blame this on 50 Shades of Grey (probably the only thing I have actually refused to read but Jennifer Armin Trout does a great chapter by chapter recap so you don’t have to) but this was happening long before that one ever came along.
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