The interwebs told me something incredible today.
There is a new Sweet Valley book out. With grown-up 28 year old Jessica and Elizabeth.
The reviews all say that it is terrible. That we could forgive it for being insipid trash, but can’t excuse it for being poorly thought out and riddled with errors (both of grammar and of consistency in the story line).
But I don’t care. I pledged an allegiance to those books that goes deep.
I half way imploded waiting to download this book onto my iphone and am now trying to snort a few words at time, like the crack cocaine that it is.
In the short bit that I’ve read, I learned that Elizabeth cried after every orgasm when she was sleeping with some dude. And, ahh… Now I feel a little weird. The Elizabeth that I knew didn’t have…. um. Orgasms. She had the library.
I will proceed with caution.