Poor Dudu

I’ve got a stuffed dog named Dudu, who has been my loyal bedside table guest and companion for every trip I have taken in the last… 12 years? Something like that.

During that time, I think he was washed… once? Maybe twice. Which means he has been dusty for years. And for years I have been saying I’ll wash him, but I never seemed to get the courage/time.

Finally, this week, I saw this Instructable on how to wash stuffed animals and got convinced that it was time. He would get drenched. He would look miserable. He would be hanged to dry for a whole day. But at least mom would stop blaming him for all the dust in the room.

Can I call him him? I remember my English teacher saying you could call pets him and her, but I never heard/read anyone say it. Sounds so mean to call Dudu it just because he’s stuffed – he IS my pet.

My actual living pet, Meg, was a little jealous of the attention.*

He/It STILL hasn't dried. It's been 3 hours. I think I'll have to blow dry him later.

*completely off the point (but then, what WAS the point?), did you know that “jealousy” in French is “jalousie” – as in, pretty much the same way it is spoken in English? I was shocked.


Twenties Girl

(I´m sorta skipping class here, be proud.)

If you´re anything like me, if you read the back cover to Twenties Girl (Sophie Kinsella) you won´t want to actually read it. It says  it´s a ghost story. A contemporary ghost story. Not particularly fond of them. But I didn´t even glance at the description when I saw it was from Sophie Kinsella. Sophie Kinsella books make me happy.

At a especially boring Calc class last week I found out it isn´t reeeally all about the ghost of the main character´s great aunt. Or rather, the ghost is there, pretty much every page, but it isn´t really all about her being a ghost. And, to be fair, it´s not even so much about her wanting her neckless back (like the cover claims). It´s more about what was like to be young and lively in the 1920s, about pushing your limits a little, and a bit of family intrigue to stir things up.

Sadie, the great-aunt, is a non-romantic, practical, fun 20s girl. There´s a big, unexpected, lovely twist by the end but that´s pretty much it. She´s got a few pearls of wisdom I have quoted at the end there. It´s a nice contrast to Lara Lington, the main character, who is as annoying as can be for most of the book, chasing around an ex-boyfriend to the point where he changed his number so she´d stop text-stalking him. She´s very big on love, partership, forever – the works. Dunno about you, but that bugs me. A LOT.

Sadie can also make people bend to her will – apparently when ghosts scream at people repeatedly, the words become their thoughts and eventually they cave and do what the ghosts want. Creepy. And a veery good excuse for the several funny scenes in the book.

There are two things that I really, really liked in this book – the first is just this new perspective suggested by Sadie, one that allows people to hold their heads up, and stir themselves a cocktail when things go bad, instead of wallowing endlessly (there´s a quote in there somewhere, but I couldn´t find it on Goodreads). The second is just sort of diluting the idea of what´s proper and what´s embarrassing. That sounded weird. Let me try to explain. Sadie asks Lara to do some stuff for her, in addition to finding the awesome dragonfly/pearl neckless I´ve been looking out to buy, she wants her to dance in a bar, dress as a twenties girl, ask a stranger out… During all those scenes I was so embarrassed for her, clutching at the book, thinking “Poor Lara, can´t believe she´s actually doing it”, when I realised how silly it was.  So what if she entered the conference room of a company she did not work in, late, and asked the guy out, in front of all those people she´d never met? It sounds like fun.

Not to sound too… I don´t know, but why don´t we do something a little crazy just for the hell of it sometimes too? Why should we need a 1920s ghost to make us have a little fun?

Preferably not declaring your great-aunt, who you´ve never met, was murdered, at said aunt´s funeral, and repeating that to the police when they question you, but you get what I mean.

Quotes from Sadie:

“When I was your age, if a boy behaved badly, one simply scored his name out from one’s dance card. ”

“You can want and want and want, but if he doesn’t want you back … you might as well wish the sky were red.”

All quotes on Goodreads

Anywho, excellent quick read that makes you all bubbly happy by the end. And wanting more.

´Till next time

PS –

Reorganised my bookcase (apparently if I move it with all the books inside it, something really bad will happen) - don't my Sophie Kinsellas look happy? Need moore.