In my journey through the English language class that we are
required to take, I have read many horrible books, but the worst one by FAR was My
Darling, My Hamburger, by Paul Zindel.
This book was the most bland, plotless, pointless flop of a sorry excuse
for literature I have ever read to this day.
It seemed more like something you’d read as a class in health, as it was
all about abstinence. Who wants to read about abstinence?
I kind of forget how it goes to be honest with you, but I’m
pretty sure it went something like this: There are four kids. Two of them are good looking and have sex and
stuff and the other two are butt ugly, and they all just kind of hang out and
go to dances and stuff. That’s really
all I remember about the story, which slightly alarms me because I’m only just halfway
done with this blog.
Oh wait. This is
supposed to be about the BEST book I’ve ever read in English. Oh. Well
that would have to be Maniac Magee, which I read in fourth grade. Everybody else who was in school read it in
fifth grade, but my fourth grade teacher, Miss Imes, gave me the book to read
because she said I reminded her of the main character (Maniac Magee). Now that I think about it, Maniac Magee was
just an all-around weird kid, but I’m sure she meant well.
Anyway, I read the book, and it was alright. But the main thing that was good about it was
the year after that, when my fifth grade class read it as a class, it was really
lame and nobody could understand the storyline.
This was because Mrs. PANEK decided it would be a good idea to have each
student read one sentence and then pick another student to read another
sentence and then read the book like that.
Not even joking.
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