I read a great post from Allison the other day. (She does that a lot). And I responded with a long, rambly, semi-coherent comment (I also do that a lot).
[Editor’s note: actually, I read that post a year ago – and wrote this post shortly thereafter and then let it languish it in my drafts folder, which is also something I do a lot.]
So, like, anyways; I am once again on the hunt for fiction-that-makes-me-think-without-putting-me-through-an-emotional-ringer, and so I read through some of Allison’s YA reviews and came across this one. I wanted to leave a comment saying “Criss Cross sounds fantastic!” but I couldn’t, because another commenter had said the same thing and copying someone else is WRONG (just ask my children). So instead I rambled on about how the words “Criss Cross” induce flashbacks of the summer I was a camp counsellor and all the prepubescent boys were wearing their jeans backwards with the crotches around knee level — just the thing for portaging a canoe up a rocky slope — which had nothing to do with anything but at least nobody else had mentioned it yet.
But before posting the comment, I tried to add Criss Cross to my Goodreads list, only to discover that it was already there, probably from the last time Allison & I were discussing Newbery Medal winners (Allison being responsible for approximately 96.7% of my to-read list). I tried to remember which book we were talking about, but of course didn’t take the time to look it up because I was anxious to actually get my comment posted before someone else scooped my Criss Cross homey jeans reference, because then what would I have to talk about???
This simultaneously makes me want to
- seriously prune my Goodreads list. Because when will I ever get to reading all this stuff? What else is languishing in the 200’s that should be in the top 10?
- NOT TOUCH my to-reads, because what other little gems are in there that might get the boot?
- Stop blogging under the influence of hallowe’en chocolate before the run-on-sentences start to really get out of hand.
I think I need a nap.