Someone asked me if I thought a joke was okay. I thought maybe one demographic would feel oppressed, which the querier was ready to shrug off. "Someone's got to be oppressed," I offered and cracked up.
He didn't get it.
On any road trip my sister and I take, there might be Elvis Costello, Patsy Cline, or the Cowboy Junkies. The one constant is Godspell.
I am one hundred pages into this but am going to try to be brave and stop. There's too much authorial intrusion, and David Starkey muses about how it's tempting to analyze this or that from a C20 psychological viewpoint. Tempting, but specious.
If it's about Elizabeth, and I'm rolling my eyes? It's bad. Yesterday I reread It's Not Easy Being Bad, my favorite of the four, and today I'm rereading Bad Girls in Love. Bad Girls I know very well, and I don't even own Bad, Badder, Baddest (so I'm really glad Cynthia Voigt got it together for the most recent two).