So I found an old copy of My Name is Asher Lev which was one the books I had to read in 10th grade (I think it was what the class was working on when I transferred into it, and oooo just think about that reminds me that the Monroe-Woodbury High School English Department (ca 1991) CAN SUCK MY FAT DICK ooo I'm still bitter!) and boy, is it the suck. I had totally forgotten anything about the book except the guy's Hasidic and artist and that's bad and scandalous blah blah blah. Why didn't someone slap Asher, he was so freaking annoying? Was he developmentally challenged? Or just thick? And ARRGH The "Mythic Ancestor", boy I think my teacher made waaaaay too much a big deal out that.

Also the phrase "My name is Asher Lev" is the literary equivalent of "What's the matter with Helen?" isn't it? (For the slow readers in the class, that's when a main character says the title of the the work that they're in.)

Next up: rosemary tells you how stupid "The Scarlet Ibis" is, and just what kind of name is Doodle??? My god, I have no affinity for American literature.