diary of a wimpy kid
I felt kind of silly reading it. I’m 22 years old and this book is probably meant for kids 12 and under (which was validated by the 8 year old girl sitting a few seats away from me reading the same book I was). I asked Dan to read it with me, but he said something about “man hood” or “pride” or something, so I just read it on my own.
The book is the JOURNAL of Gregory, a new middle school student. The best part of it is that it did a great job at making me feel like I was in middle school again because everything he did reeks insecurity. At one point he breaks his friend’s arm and, when his friend comes in to school with a cast, all of the girls are concerned and are even feeding him at the lunch table. Greg is jealous and wraps his arm in bandages and tries to get their attention by talking about how he got a nasty infection, but all of the girls think it’s gross and the only attention he gets is from weird kids that want to see the infection.
One of my favorite jokes:
Obviously I didn’t want to drop $15 on a book I was never going to look at again, so I just read the whole thing in 20 minutes. There were 3 other volumes of this on the stand, but I decided that while it was good for the 20 minutes I read it, I wasn’t going to devote another hour to it.
Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand has been sitting on my shelf for years and I have been meaning to get around to reading it. I think that, before I read any more “Wimpy Kid” books, I will finish Atlas Shrugged. If nothing else, it will make me feel like the adult that I really am instead of someone of the appropriate age to be reading childrens books.