Okay. So I read it. Well, actually, I listened to it. I told you I read everything. So what if this is a teeny pop culture chick lit novel? So what if it was filled with girls who worry about fashion, schoolgirl crushes, and their parents embarrassing them? So what if the most meaningful thing that happens in this entire book is some girl being discovered skinny dipping by a hot guy? I don't care. Judge me all you want. I told you. I read for entertainment. This may not have been meaningful or life-changing, but hey, it wasn't boring. I quite nearly enjoyed it. All right, I did enjoy it. So? I watch Steel Magnolias too! I also do crossword puzzles, word searches, use crayons in coloring books, use color-coordinated markers and pens in my notebooks, put puzzles together, have a teddy bear in my bedroom, and shelves full of toys. Oh, and I sing nonsense songs to my dog, skip for no reason at any given time, and, my favorite, whenever I'm pushing a shopping cart in the parking lot, I run as fast as I can and then hop on the back so I can go on some freakish daredevil ride through the parked cars- scaring vehicle owners and awakening jealousy in all the children whose parents are keeping a restrictive hand on their shoulders. So I like to have fun! So what? Back off! Entertain me!
So there's not much to say about this book. Sometimes you read stuff for no good reason other than to find out what it says. This is one of those books. It was fun, and now I know all about the magic of the traveling pants. So, four girls find these great jeans at a thrift shop and they magically fit all four of them. They decide to each wear them for a week or two and then send them off to the next friend on the list, documenting all the while the magic that the pants brought to them. Oh, they're supposed to document ON the pants. So they write the best thing that happened to them while wearing the pants ON the pants. Find this annoying? I do. Oh, and they're never supposed to wash them. Find this gross? I do. The first thing I thought when I read the pants "rules" was, gross... somebody's going to have a little too much fun in these pants... and guess what? I was right. Teenage girls, mad hormones, ew. I would have washed them. Actually, I would have washed them after the girl sat down in the mud. Or after the guy's bloody nose splattered on them. I guess that makes me a bad friend. Sigh.
So, one girl goes to soccer camp in Mexico, one girl goes to spend the summer with her father, one girl goes to Greece to spend the summer with her grandparents, and one is stuck at home working in a drugstore. One girl makes a movie, one finds she has a new family, two fall in love, one loses her virginity, one has way too many experiences with naked (not the same one who loses her virginity, by the way), one makes a friend (who dies, thanks for the cheer), one runs away, and all have some marvelous life-changing experience while wearing the pants. Beautiful! The whole world put into perspective. You're 16 and your life is complete because You Are Changed. Ahhh. So satisfying. Truly filled with teen angst and somehow it's all happily ever after by the end. It's just like watching a John Hughes movie. In fact, I think I'll go check out Sixteen Candles or something just to bring back those warm fuzzies.
No, I think I'll go to bed instead... because my falling-asleep music tonight is, in fact, the sequel to this amazing piece of literature!
Oh, yeah, there's a sequel. Brace yourselves, people, there's FOUR of these books, and they're all queued up!!
Now, why did I write this ridiculous blog about this ridiculous book? To prove my point. Sometimes you read stuff for no good reason other than to find out what it says. You just did.
Now stop judging me.
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