I read Forever, the Judy Blume sex book. Once again I couldn’t remember much of it, it had been such a while since I last read it, but still. It I could remember a couple of things, such as the boy’s penis being called Ralph. That hadn’t changed. A bunch of the dated seventies stuff was still there, like the way the main girl (Katherine) and boy (Michael) meet at a fondue party, or their constant referring to condoms as sheaths. On the other hand it’s a really good portrayal of a well informed and assertive girl experiencing her first sexual relationship and eventually moving on to other relationships.
Of course, the real appeal of this book is that it’s the one about sex, it also has swear words in it, mentions characters smoking grass and uhm, describes the lead boy’s penis! Which is named Ralph! It was awesome.
The Walking Dead Volumes 5 and 6 by Robert Kirkman. OK, I said the last two books got dark, these ones leave dark behind and move into a mired abyss of blackness. There were actually pages which I skipped over because of graphic content, which is pretty ironic. The series is definitely exploring the ways in which humans can mistreat each other to a backdrop of a zombie apocalypse. Dark, dark stuff. But still good. I like the characters and the world is very realistically rendered.
The Last Days by Scott Westerfield. It had a rocky start, the opening chapters were a bit weird but it picked up the pace and I was soon in love with it. The characters were mostly pretty cool and the details about starting up a rock band were fun and I really love that it continued the universe that he started in Peeps. It’s a neat interpretation of vampires.
It made me think about other books about bands and whether or not I know enough about music and bands to write a book about bands. I don’t think I do. But I could fully write about a fake band, played on a playstation.
The Summer of Love by Debbie Dreschle. This blended quite seamlessly into several of the other autobiographical slice-of-American-youth graphic novels I’ve read and it didn’t really have anything new going on. It had a good sister relationship portrayal but the first relationship/sexual awakening storyline didn’t move me. Maybe because no one’s penis ever got a name. No, I kid, I kid. There wasn’t as much of a story as I needed, which I guess you can forgive because it’s real life and sometimes life isn’t lot filled but then, why make a graphic novel of your experience? Plus, it just blends into the other ones I’ve read…overall I think Blankets was a much better story.
Currently reading: The 10pm Question by Kate De Goldi, On the Road by Kerouac is still bring slogged through and of course How to Be a Teenage Fairy Godmother by Debbie Cowens (I’m about half way through now, and still loving it.)
Oh and this is hilarious moleskines, white people like them.