Baby Announced As Editor In Chief of Largely Silent Blog

My kid is starting to have opinions.  They are:

- A whispered “yah” – usually referring to raisins or cheese.

- A somewhat screeching “ehhh” – usually just a general ‘you aren’t getting me’ communication.

- “no, no, no, no…” a common response to the suggestion of putting a shirt on.

Obviously this diva has opinions.

Therefore, she pretty much has the skills to take over as Editor-in-Chief of Richmond’s Best Kept Secret Blog, since that’s pretty much the ranking system I apply to books.

This week I read Orphan Train by Christina Baker Kline and give it a whispered “yah.”  I thoroughly enjoyed this quick read, lent to me by my Book Friend & also Real Friend Erin.  I needed this kind of chick lit, having almost forgotten what it’s like to hurry through my evening workload to get my precious reading time in.  Let’s add some volume to that “yah.” 

You Waited Two Months For a Conspiracy Theory If That’s What This Even Is

Since the last time a blog was posted to the internet and no one was there to read it, I have read two books:

The Bakers Daughter by Sarah McCoy – Excellent/WWII-y

The Orphan Master’s Son by Adam Johnson – Slow read / Pulitzer Prize / Ugh

Now I am 99 pages into Hyperbole and a Half by Allie Brosh (which has been recommended to me by several people).

AN ASIDE  (which will eventually go somewhere, I promise)

I kept a diary as a kid.  At first I started every entry as “Dear Diary” in a specific handwriting which wasn’t mine.  I believe the ‘i’ was dotted with a heart and that I stole this idea from the Babysitters Club books. 

Later, I started addressing my diary as ‘Kitty,’ which was blatantly stolen from Anne Frank.  That’s right, I STOLE FROM ANNE FRANK.   So that’s pretty bad.

But after 99 pages of Hyperbole and a Half  (which is about 5 pages of a normal book because of insane illustrations) I am afraid that writer Allie Brosh stole my book friend Kristin.  Her language and tone is exactly EXACTLY how she talks.  If I were Kristin I would drop everything and call the Richmond City Police immediately, who I am pretty sure has a 24/7 ‘no case is too big or too small’ literature division and report this crime.

Ok, Kristin did lend me the book so that could affect my wild accusations, but still.  There are turns of phrase that are outright stolen, and Kristin says she didn’t write this book.

HOLD ON A DAMN SECOND

I think my friend Kristin wrote a book full of weird pictures and now calls herself “Allie Brosh” when we are outside of work.  Kind of a weird name choice since I am Allison, but maybe that makes it doubly secret.  I am on to you, Kristin/Allie!