Lila Fowler Is A Snobby Bytch.

I never thought I’d break down and scour ebay for Sweet Valley Twins books.   But I did this just the other night, and I feel all sorts of ashamed of myself.  Not really, though!   My reluctance was mostly founded on the belief that once I did something like this, the flood gates would be opened, and I’d start searching for every other damn YA book I ever read between the years of 1987-1992.  (In 1992 I discovered Kerouac and Tennessee Williams and there was no looking back, until the other day, that is. )  

I bought a set of 39 books;  far too many. 

I don’t plan on re-reading this shit, but I’m not going to rule it out, either.   I just sort of want to have them around.   I’m just a severely sentimental person and nostalgia will always rule supreme here on this blog and in my soul.   The past few weeks I’ve been feeling very blah blah blah.   Weird?   Older?   Unhappy?  Disconnected from my life as I now know it.   I had a much different idea of what I’d be like in my adulthood when I was like 12 years old. 

This sort of thing always happens in the summer.   Summer used to be so golden because all there was, was  time.   From morning till night all we ever did was play when we were kids.  Go to friends’ houses.   Walk to 7-11and get slurpee’s and Big Gulps and stuff.  Play basketball.  Have slumber parties.  Get in trouble.

There were also frequent  trips to the library. 

I read everything.  my favorites were Sweet Valley Twins and Nancy Drew.   I was never really into Sweet Valley High, though.   I remember going to Kmart with my mom and always drifting towards the book section and then returning to my mom and the shopping cart with one of these stupidly awesome books in my hand.   There was only a 50/50 chance she’d buy it for me, though. 

Cosco was better, though.   They sold them in boxed sets.   Hee.

 

This cover used to make me want to vomit.

Nice doggie.