the next few days will be crazy because i'm getting another wisdom tooth taken out, so i decided to go ahead and post the end of our saga before i'm knocked the fuck out from pain. sorry i haven't responded to the comments on part six yet, things have been busy, but i did read them and they made my day. i love you guys. :D
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- It’s bad enough that the sewer on my street backs up several times a year to the point where we can’t leave our apartment or open the windows without smelling rotting human shit. It’s fucking disgusting as it is, I’d rather not dive on down there and get up close and personal with it, thanks. -
Oh, but in Paris, even the sh*t smells good! At least if you believe these books. I’m sure New York sh*t is so much more sophisticated, too! (On a serious note, I’m sorry to hear that; I know how gross it is to live in a place that smells like a giant bathroom.)
Abby IS gross in this book. I’d totally forgotten (luckily). And who leaves the hotel (not just their room, but the building) before brushing their teeth? If they remembered a toothbrush/toothpaste there’s no excuse.
Although, I have to say that the idea of a sneeze in a sewer is pretty funny. I know of someone who will get very embarrassed and storm off if you ‘humiliate’ her in public like that.
Aww, Kristy, no one cares about your lame little crush. They’d care if it was Stacey’s crush because then they’d be torn between their loyalty to you and your latest chance at a relationship and the feeling of obligation to warn the guy of all the venereal diseases he’ll get from you. Besides, you and Michel live in different countries in a pre-awesome-Internet era; he’ll forget all about you and your unwashed sweats within the week.
- You’re scared that once the trip is over, you’ll never see him again. But that doesn’t have to be the case; YOU CAN VISIT HIM IN CANADA! -
NOO, don’t encourage her! The whole BSC would come! And they’d probably bring kids AND get lost AND whine that there are tourists and . . . well, you’ve read these books, lol
- Michel was a boy, And even though he was hateful, I sort of liked him -
HATEFUL?! What, what, WHAT did he do to you? ALL he did was play ONE mild joke on you after YOU were rude to him for DAYS! He should’ve let her get totally lost in Paris. Maybe then he would deserve to be called ‘hateful’. Or ‘reasonable’. lol
Even when she’s about ready to tell the guy she likes him, she’s pushing him away. Then she wonders what HIS problem is? I can totally see her becoming the worst kind of woman; one who can’t make up her mind, isn’t happy with any of her decisions, isn’t happy when someone helps her make decisions, and eventually whines about everything because it’s ALL WRONG. Michel needs to RUN.
One good thing I can say about this book is that it doesn’t portray kissing like it’s the greatest thing in the world. So many books act like kissing/romance are “violins and fireworks” (to quote you/this book), but at least for me (and I am a romantic person, lol) kissing just feels like lips pressing against each other. There’s absolutely nothing pleasurable about it, and in fact it’s really just awkward. I’m not sure whether we’re supposed to think Kristy’s the only sane one, or whether we’re supposed to think she actually doesn’t feel all that much towards Michel. (Can’t have a boy getting in the way of the strong-woman thing.)
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LOL, I absolutely love this kind of thing. I hadn’t realized how unused to crying she is; she can’t even recognize the feeling. This only confirms that I doubt she felt anything for Michel; she doesn’t seem to feel anything, ever.
lol, those end-of-the-book letters are always so short, I can’t believe the kids’ parents let them waste stamps sending them. Still not as bad as Jessi and Quint sending TWO WORD notes back and forth between Stoneybrook and New York in stamped envelopes. Seriously, exchange phone numbers or e-mail addresses!
So returning someone’s ashes is a ‘good deed’ and not the absolute most basic thing any decent human would do? (Also, I knew we’d hear from Mr. Anderson again! I’m so sure Stacey pestered him into promising he’d be her pen pal.) And, his dream and even his plot reminds me of Stephan from the Shadow Lake SS; Stephan lost his young fiancée and dreams about her after meeting Dawn and writes to her about it.
Brailsford writes like Jessi; Gillian writes like Mal. Weird. And Brailsford writes like his ‘company’ is a collection OF humans and he wants her to be part of it. Creepy. Hmm, and Victoria writes like Karen, but with spelling mistakes.
Didn’t Abby only stomp those royal tootsies because they were in a huge, pushy crowd? How did a photographer get such a clear shot? Personally I’d have liked to see the prince ‘glaring’ down at her, as described, lol
“Dancing in a Nutcracker”? Is that how you’d say it? And Jessi, your parents might not want you taking on even more extracurricular work when they already pay for fancy dance classes AND let you jet off all over the world, so maybe just go home and sweep the floor and watch TV like a normal kid.
‘How far is Toronto from New York?’ Not far enough, Jessi, if the BSC’s even thinking about coming to my country :p
Just seeing Kristy’s letter to Michel makes me glad there wasn’t a Canadian vacation; no doubt the girls would be constantly comparing Canada to America and finding it unworthy of their time in comparison - at least until Stacey met a hot guy and Claudia discovered new kinds of candy and Mal realized we have horses too, or whatever.
This was such a fun snark! It took me days to read and reply to all the parts, but it was totally fun! :)
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