This year the Romgi and I have not bought any Halloween candy (for ourselves or trick-or-treaters), we don’t have costumes, we’re not invited to any Halloween parties, and we don’t even know any little kids in the area to see in their cute costumes. I doubt our neighborhood will get a lot of trick-or-treaters; and despite having bought a giant pumpkin this week, we have not yet carved it (nor do we know what we should carve) and putting it out on the porch risks the wrath of our neighborhood hooligans (yes, they’re real). We don’t even have a Halloween movie to watch.
I guess we’re saving up all our Halloween enjoyment for next year, when you can bet I will be taking around the 8 month old Bwun in costume to get candy. And babies don’t like candy, so that means…we’ll have to eat it!
In the meantime, though, I do feel a little bit bad about missing out on every Halloween experience possible. Is this what being a grownup is like? Boring!
I’m not an expert on the details and specifics of time travel, and unfortunately, Tanglewreck expected me to be. Although the main character was an 11 year old girl who struggled with the explanations given about how and why there were disturbances in Time, it seemed that Winterson felt her readers should easily grasp the convoluted scientific jargon. I didn’t. I felt dumb. And reading a children’s book should not make you feel dumb.
That wasn’t my only complaint. Silver, the book’s heroine, and the other main characters, weren’t sufficiently developed during the book to make me sympathize with them or even really hate the bad guys. Tanglewreck had an interesting premise, but I never got the impression that the author had put enough thought into the story; the title seemed insignificant, because Winterson failed to emphasize its importance.
If nothing else, Tanglewreck boosts my total number of pages read for the year, but I didn’t get much else out of it.