bridge to terabithia

i have decided to re-read all the childhood novels i once loved.

i went for a walk in the woods today and could not stop thinking about 'bridge to terabithia,' but all i could remember was a girl a boy a fantasy in the woods a crush on a teacher who wore eye makeup but no lipstick. it made me cry mrs. dorian's class once and i was embarassed a little, but not too much because i was only 8 or 9.

in a fit of royal tennenbaums obsession, i re-read 'from the mixed up files of mrs. basil e. frankweiler' over christmas, but that doesn't count because it was never a childhood obsession. i don't think i finished it when i was a little girl. i remmber thinking it was boring.

i was supposed to be on a date with a husky named lula today, but she was too lazy to get in the car even. dumped by a dog!

i went with a notebook instead. there was no one around and i took off my shirt so i could feel the sun on my back while i wrote.

mostly i just got bug bites in awkward places.

nature = beautiful vile

to re-read:

island of the blue dolphins
hatchet
treasure island?
are you there god? it's me, margaret
bridge to terabithia