It’s always nice when one’s parents arrive at a taste that one has also arrived at, but independently. Neither my dad nor I read a lot of fiction, but once a year we find out that we’re reading the same novel, rarely a recent one. With my mum its usually the radio — and she told me the other day that I might like Shappi Khorsandi (whom I am on record as adoring). She caught her on teenage diary and, indeed, she is not only loveable, but there are two moments when I started crying with laughter. Sorry, its only available for a few more hours.
Update: aha — and here she explains that her teenage poetry was inspired by Adrian Mole, which, indeed, it sounds like it was.
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Joseph Smidt 05.27.10 at 4:00 pm
I am still waiting for that. I think my parents taste and my own continue to diverge. But at least we still have college football. :)
Belle Waring 05.28.10 at 9:24 am
That same thing happened with me and my dad, except it was Homestarrunner.
Left Outside 05.28.10 at 11:12 am
Cheers for the tip, that was hilarious and thoroughly distracting.
JET 05.30.10 at 1:36 pm
Nice to see that she can turn her fame into doing something that isn’t painfully obvious and stridently unfunny, like her over-emotive standup.
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