*facepalm* Now I'm thinking of the vampire boy-meets-human girl series I read when I was thirteen. It was "My Babysitter is a Vampire", the vampire never sparkled, and the closest it got to romance was a scene near the end of the series that basically went: "Y'know, you're pretty cool for a human." "Aw, thanks! Sorry for the whole trying to kill you repeatedly thing." *smiles* *moment becomes awkward* "Well . . . bye, gotta get back to Transylvania!" *runs away*
I don't think it's something to be too ashamed about. I mean, we read 'em when we were kids; it's like saying you loved Home Alone when you were six. Home Alone is the awesomest movie ever to a six-year-old.
And now that I look back on books I read as a child, I have to wonder about things like the biology behind a sock-eating plant and end up spending far too much time thinking about it.
Nah. It would only take me recalling my own level of obsession at that age.
The Plant That Ate Dirty Socks. It was really freakin' weird, looking back, but not weird enough to be truly cracky. Even when one of the plants went up on the space shuttle.
"Y'know, you're pretty cool for a human."
"Aw, thanks! Sorry for the whole trying to kill you repeatedly thing." *smiles*
*moment becomes awkward*
"Well . . . bye, gotta get back to Transylvania!" *runs away*
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And now that I look back on books I read as a child, I have to wonder about things like the biology behind a sock-eating plant and end up spending far too much time thinking about it.
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The Plant That Ate Dirty Socks. It was really freakin' weird, looking back, but not weird enough to be truly cracky. Even when one of the plants went up on the space shuttle.
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I just liked em because the socks flavor depended on the color. And one would eat clean while the other needed the socks to be worn first.
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