Sometimes I am a bit slow on the uptake
There has been a rash of planking at school this week. What is it with someone dying that makes every thirteen to eighteen year old want to emulate that person?
In more bookish news, I realised quite recently that with a credit card I could find this book that I've been wanting to re-read for ages. We used to go to our child minder's house once a week when I was at primary school, where he would make us ice cream sandwiches and my sister would spend two hours jumping on the trampoline. I used to read the same book almost every week. It was called The Ordinary Princess and was by M M Kaye and it is about a princess who is cursed(/blessed) with ordinariness at her christening and meets her prince when she has run away from home to work as a servant in a neighbouring castle.
I loved it. I loved that there was a heroine with a snub nose and freckles and brownish hair (called 'Amy' because I am so very easy for heroines with names even faintly resembling mine). And then when we stopped needing a child minder, I stopped being able to read it and couldn't find it anywhere.
Thanks to the internet, my copy arrived the other day and I read it in an hour and caught the ship down nostalgia river. The other books I loved as a child, I actually own (Anne of Green Gables, Beezus and Ramona, The Haunting, The O trilogy, Redwall...)
In other, school-related news, I got my class photo. Haven't had one of those in a while. It is kind of hilarious because I am clearly still thirteen and not nearly responsible enough to be a teacher of young adults.
In more bookish news, I realised quite recently that with a credit card I could find this book that I've been wanting to re-read for ages. We used to go to our child minder's house once a week when I was at primary school, where he would make us ice cream sandwiches and my sister would spend two hours jumping on the trampoline. I used to read the same book almost every week. It was called The Ordinary Princess and was by M M Kaye and it is about a princess who is cursed(/blessed) with ordinariness at her christening and meets her prince when she has run away from home to work as a servant in a neighbouring castle.
I loved it. I loved that there was a heroine with a snub nose and freckles and brownish hair (called 'Amy' because I am so very easy for heroines with names even faintly resembling mine). And then when we stopped needing a child minder, I stopped being able to read it and couldn't find it anywhere.
Thanks to the internet, my copy arrived the other day and I read it in an hour and caught the ship down nostalgia river. The other books I loved as a child, I actually own (Anne of Green Gables, Beezus and Ramona, The Haunting, The O trilogy, Redwall...)
In other, school-related news, I got my class photo. Haven't had one of those in a while. It is kind of hilarious because I am clearly still thirteen and not nearly responsible enough to be a teacher of young adults.