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12 April 2006 @ 06:43 pm
hit me like a tongue  
This giraffe looks much better after having had its antler glued back on. A student made a giraffe for a project she did (she makes resin animals as a hobby and is quite good at it), but one of its antlers broke off. I am going to look up why giraffes have antlers in a few minutes. Oh crap, WHERE ARE MY ZOOBOOKS? When I was a kid my brother and I would get these magazines called Zoobooks. Each Zoobook was about a different animal. They broke down the animal's anatomy (skeleton, muscles, etc.) and told all about their behavior and the area of the world where they live and what animals they descended from. I remember I had Zoobooks on giraffes, orangutans, whales, zebras, and elephants. The elephant one was my favorite for some reason. I just kept reading that thing over and over again, always hoping some new piece of information would magically appear in there for me to learn.

I used to read and re-read books, and then read them again when I was little. Repetition is very comforting to children - which is why shows like Teletubbies do so well. It's also why Alex and his brothers know the entire Disney movie Beauty and the Beast by heart - their little sister watched it twice a day for about a year.

Now it's hard to find time to read a book just once. And there are so many good books! And I'll never read them all because people keep writing more of them, dammit! So how do I decide which ones are worth my time? I used to feel guilty not finishing a book. Even if I really hated it, I would read it through til the end. I guess it's the "finish everything on your plate because there are starving children in Africa" syndrome, except instead of hunger victims, in my mind I could see all these book-deprived people, their brains slowly putrefying into rotten porridge-y sludge. And when I desperately wanted to stop reading some utterly vapid Sweet Valley High book a relative had gotten me for my birthday ("OH she likes to read - here's a book about twin high school girls who look like Barbie! All girls love Barbie!" Well guess what ... I fucking hated Barbie.), the illiterate masses would muster what limited cognitive function they still had left to call out, "We would be HAPPY to read about blonde, blue-eyed, Aryan-nation Elizabeth and Jessica's difficulties and triumphs navigating the high school social scene. We would TREASURE every last word, and read the book again and again until it was dog-eared and we could recite it from memory. You fucking snob - not every book can be a Newbury award winner." And then I would finish the book.

Anyway, elephants... I guess I have always had a soft spot for the pachyderms. Freaking Dumbo. Always made me cry.
oito_ou_oitenta on April 19th, 2006 12:12 pm (UTC)
You are hilarious!

I loved Zoobooks! Ironically, the giraffe one was my favourite. And your description of Sweet Valley High.... great! I'm going to share it with my little sister, who used to read those books religiously...
squarebear on April 19th, 2006 07:39 pm (UTC)
I probably received about five of those Sweet Valley High Books - they're a guilty pleasure for sure - I think they were trying to breed a new generation of Danielle Steel readers with those things. I read two maybe before I was sure they were lowering my IQ. And speaking of Danielle Steel... I must have been ten or eleven when I used to steal those books and other crap romance novels out of my mom's closet. This lady she worked with would give all these books to her, but my mom would never read them and was too polite to refuse them. I would flip through them and read all the sex scenes.
oito_ou_oitenta on April 19th, 2006 08:14 pm (UTC)
hahaha granny porn!