It’s been a rough week. Pretty much the only thing I had the energy to read was Nancy Drew. Long live Nancy Drew – even though I’ve pretty much decided it’s Nancy Drew that’s to blame for disordered eating and not Barbie. I mean the friendly teasing of Bess is one thing but the downright meanness in the last book, well… it’s a little too much for me. This is one of those situations where Nancy and her friends just don’t stand up to re-reading 35-40 years later.
Even when Bess is the one who’s doing great things in the story – she’s still fat. Not chubby or pleasingly plump – she’s fat. Boo, hiss!
The Phantom of Pine Hill wasn’t as bad about this as The Clue in the Crossword Cipher.
Oh – almost forgot. When I opened The Clue in the Crossword Cipher, a little piece of notepaper popped out with the name and address of someone I don’t remember from my childhood. That seems weird. I need to ask my mom about Kristy (or is it Krissy) Holder. I’m sure I should know who this is… or maybe the notepaper was left over from my sister who may have read some of my Nancy Drews after I moved out? I don’t know. There’s some niggling thing in my head that says I should know who this is. Huh. I just don’t know.