The book is 30 years old, for Pete's sake. Shouldn't it count as a classic by now??
(But, wow, check out the new cover. I don't think that I like it, actually. I liked the rumpled bedsheets one better).
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Weird. I JUST took this out of the library. It's part of my "catch the hell up" personal reading program.
Posted by: Chrissy | 12 April 2005 at 02:39 PM
I need to re-read it. Seems that by banning it, they've just made everyone in our generation want to go read it again.
Posted by: tracy | 12 April 2005 at 02:49 PM
Hey Leila, does the ALA have a place where it lists "The Top Whatever" challenged books? The website is too full for me to find it by myself when I'm supposed to be writing a dissertation.
And yeah. It's sort of starting to lose impact with me: could these people BE any dumber? And then I think of our president and several state constitution ammendments...
Posted by: C.C. | 12 April 2005 at 03:04 PM
Honestly, all I remember is the scene in the bathroom. You'll know when you hit it--it involves aftershave. (I think. Or am I thinking of a different book?)
I also remember when it was passed around my fifth grade classroom (just the girls). We LOVED it. It was so RACY. I guess it still is...
Posted by: leila | 12 April 2005 at 03:08 PM
I used to love this book -- can't remember much about it any more though. I agree, it should be raised to "classic" status by now :)
Posted by: iliana | 13 April 2005 at 09:17 AM
samantha miles--that psychotic girl from the psychotic family that punched me in the face--she brought it to school and read it aloud to our english class during recess. mrs beedy walked in during samantha's pornographic moanfest and decided that instead of discussing "where the red fern grows" were were going to talk about sex. trust me when i say that sex is the last thing you want to discuss with your sixth grade aspiring opera singer teacher.
Posted by: i hate emo kids | 13 April 2005 at 01:37 PM
I remember when we got the "talk" from Mrs. Beedy. I've gotta say, though, that's a pretty cool response on Mrs. Beedy's part. She could have pulled a Mrs. Bean-type confiscation.
Posted by: leila | 13 April 2005 at 01:55 PM
oh, i think she did that too. you know all that people who confiscate things (teachers, computer/library nazins, cops) do is read/eat/smoke what they confiscate. they aren't fooling anyone. mr. thurston confiscated my donut and then ate it in front of me. at least he was honest.
Posted by: i hate emo kids | 13 April 2005 at 04:22 PM
Yeah, but still. It was a really great way of dealing witht he situation. Was Samantha Miles totally embarrassed? I hope so.
I loved Mr. Thurston. He laughed at me when I cried at the end of Glory. He also made fun of my hat (which was totally fair--it was a very ugly hat). Every single girl in the class was in love with him.
Posted by: leila | 13 April 2005 at 06:12 PM
including me... sigh.
and no, of course sam miles wasn't embarassed. she probably took off her top or something.
Posted by: i hate emo kids | 14 April 2005 at 09:38 AM