We lived about half as long when we were still sleeping on the ground outside like assholes. We evolved and built houses and beds and shit for a reason. I don’t get hostile until I have to be in one. I may have exploited the terror this book instilled in my heart as a reason to never go out into the woods. The book begins with a family camping trip.
I’m not sure if I’m more worried that it’ll haunt me as much as I remember or that I will read it and think it’s ridiculous and that I’m an idiot for being horrified by a children’s book for all these years.Īfter all, the moral to nearly all of these stories seems to be: “ kids are dumb, yo” It still gives me the creeps just thinking about it. For my shitty $2 paper back books.Īnyway, I have been putting this one off for about two weeks now, because even though I only read this book once, at the age of ten, this shit gave me nightmares for years. And only the books that got my home made book covers had messages written on the outside. Sweeney: I totally had stickers like that. Except I was super hostile and wrote stuff like, KEEP OUT! I thought I was SO bad ass.
In fact, the number of stickers on the front cover usually was a measure of how much I liked a book. I even had these super sprarkly stickers that said, “This Book Belongs To _” and it had flowers and butterflies and other embarrassing things on it. Mostly because I wrote my name in ALL of my books. So that’s what I thought about this assignment. I was also a super nerdy kid who wrote my name on the inside of all of my books because they were prized possessions and obviously it made sense to me that other people would try to steal them or something. We happened to have a few Goosebumps books lying around our house, though. When I got to the science fiction book, I was admittedly out of my element. I remember finding it all a little silly because I read more than the other kids, as evidenced by the fact that I had already read the books that we read as a class that year. My fifth grade teacher required us to do book reports from a variety of different genres. Sweeney: There are so many inappropriate places to go with this, that I’m too overwhelmed to choose one. Nugs: I’d just like to point out that “The Beast From The East” is a nickname that I gave an ex-boyfriend in high school. This book is a critical work in the archives of my Childhood Trauma. Sweeney: The tagline for this blog is “The books that ruined us for life.” As much fun as I’m having picking on the BSC girls, I’m learning that all they really did was make me a little naive about the way the world actually works.
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