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Weekend - TV or NotTV
Aug. 14th, 2006 10:58 amSometimes, I can just tell that I'm trying too hard with my Subject Headings. My weekends have sort of disolved into a blur of work and sort of play - not-quite bachelorette dinner, going away party, pre-college send off - which means that I come home sort of tired and blurry having not exercised, and having eaten too much and drank too much and worked too much. Mostly, I'm not writing as much as I want to, as much as I could if I didn't waste time online, or reading 3/4 of Prep until 3:00 a.m. because I had a whole pot of Jasmine tea at dinner and had forgotten that it contained caffeine.
Prep itself is a strange sort of book, the kind that makes me think I'd like to smack the author almost as much as I'd like to smack the narrator, and yet I have to agree that it's oddly, compulsively readable in a very rich sort of way. Kinda chicklit meets Salinger and Curtis Sittenfeld nails the inner workings of a teenage girl who exists on the periphary of her social world, who doesn't do all that well in school, and yet doesn't do poorly enough to crash with any sort of glory. But the problem with that is that I want to smack her and tell her to work harder! (Plus, I don't understand why a school as exclusive as Ault is supposed to be would continue to provide a scholarship for a girl who's getting a mediocre GPA. It seems like a waste of resources. Shrug.) On the other hand, her distance feels very personal, very real, that fear of getting too close to people, of wondering why they'd possibly want to interact with her, of feeling like she understands the social hierarchy and being almost angry when it doesn't hold quite true, when her own intimates can circumnavigate it beyond her understanding.
There was also TV watching. Well, I watched ( Uninvited )
Prep itself is a strange sort of book, the kind that makes me think I'd like to smack the author almost as much as I'd like to smack the narrator, and yet I have to agree that it's oddly, compulsively readable in a very rich sort of way. Kinda chicklit meets Salinger and Curtis Sittenfeld nails the inner workings of a teenage girl who exists on the periphary of her social world, who doesn't do all that well in school, and yet doesn't do poorly enough to crash with any sort of glory. But the problem with that is that I want to smack her and tell her to work harder! (Plus, I don't understand why a school as exclusive as Ault is supposed to be would continue to provide a scholarship for a girl who's getting a mediocre GPA. It seems like a waste of resources. Shrug.) On the other hand, her distance feels very personal, very real, that fear of getting too close to people, of wondering why they'd possibly want to interact with her, of feeling like she understands the social hierarchy and being almost angry when it doesn't hold quite true, when her own intimates can circumnavigate it beyond her understanding.
There was also TV watching. Well, I watched ( Uninvited )
