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Compulsively Quirky is a space for sharing my passion for reading and all bookish things along with some OCD tips for leading a simpler and more organized life.
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Patrick Rothfuss presents his Ultimate OCD Guide to Introverting.
Or A Glimpse into Auri’s Life in the Underthing.
I spent a week with Auri. She finds things. She kisses things. She rearranges things. She keeps rearranging things. At one point, she makes soap.
There’s no dialogue.
There’s no conflict.
When I started looking for a book set during Christmas, I was not overly impressed with my findings. Many modern novels set at Christmas have these ridiculously convoluted romantic plot lines that don’t appeal to me.
And then I realized that I wasn’t actually sure if I’d ever read A Christmas Carol. I’ve seen various adaptations of the story for stage and screen, but when I was in middle and high school, did I actually read the real Charles Dickens version? I had no idea. There are so many YA versions of the the classics and Scholastic always does nice adaptations, but had I ever really read this Christmas favorite as Dickens wrote it?
I knew that the movie version of The Wizard of Oz took liberties with the story. The concept that each character from Kansas was transported symbolically into Oz was entirely Hollywood’s creation. And Dorothy’s ruby slippers were not really red.
But I never read or studied this book. After reading and disliking Wicked, taking an adventure in the Land of Oz was not something I longed for.
However, this book resonates with many people. I’ve had friends who own various Wizard of Oz dolls and decorations that they are quite attached to! I have fond childhood memories of watching the movie every year and being delighted at the transformation from black and white to color cinema. Even as a teacher, I can usually refer to characters from the The Wizard of Oz and the majority of my students know who the various players are.
With all the great reviews of this book, I thought I’d be reading a murder mystery with a witty dark critique of life in the suburbs.
I received petty soccer mom drama about classroom stuffed animals going missing, petitions being passed around to ban an alleged bully from kindergarten, and gossip. Lots of gossip.
And that’s how this book read. Like a trashy gossip rag.