WOW, they have UNIFORMED MAIDS at this gig? Where are all the broke undergrads hustling to serve at a senior dinner for extra cash!? Academia in the 80's was apparently where the money was at (not).
>>> "We voted Brent the guy most likely to run off with his prettiest parishioner,” Mark said. “He’s proud of the honor.”<<< Lael. Lael, NO. Jokes about a predatory pastor/priest/minister/whatev are NEVER going to age well. Stop NOW. Also, LOL that the only job a minister seems to have here is to a.) Impress the Dean, and b.)"remember scripture." Clearly in every job description it's like "Must be able to spout Proverbs at meals to gather yuks."
Would you EVER go into the home of virtual strangers and borrow clothes!? I'm dizzy with horror at the thought. I'd rather wrap the dress AROUND me somehow - I mean, if it's going to hug and be formfitting she'd at least be covered??? - and get out of Dodge. She should have grabbed a garbage bag, though. And "visored cap" makes me think of those green visor thingies you see bookies and poker players wearing in films. I *NEED* her to have run out onto the street barefoot wearing the minister's poker visor -- so everyone will wonder what's going down in Pleasantville next door...
This is such a surreal thing. Since Felicia is gone (once again, BYE) but not bleeding, is she going to have Learnt A Great Lesson from this? Is she (for her own sake) going to dump Mark and spend some quality time examining her impulses? I'm dying to see how she'll exit the stage/story -- and who the dress will stalk next. Because it's clearly having the time of its (UN)life before it's snatched back to sulk in the boring closet some more.
There were uniformed maids at Tyler's house, too, remember? Another sign of the HEIGHT of sophistication, I guess? (But yeah, the Dean at the seminary having an army of uniformed maids seems Extremely Odd to me as well.)
ALL OF THE BRENT STUFF WAS THE WORST OMG OMG OMG
I feel like if you're going o swipe Emergency Clothes out of someone's house—someone you're trying to impress!!—Felicia's strategy was the best possible one? Going for COMPLETE DISGUISE, I mean? I'm still absolutely flabbergasted that Mrs. The Dean jumped to the conclusion that they had an Upstairs Closet Burglar instead of, I don't know, considering the possibility that the GIRL THAT SHE'D LITERALLY JUST BROUGHT UPSTAIRS might be UP TO SOMETHING??
I pictured one of those green visors, too, but the word 'cap' was throwing me, bc it makes me think of a hat that covers the crown of your head, not a band that goes around it? But the idea of the Dean wearing a poker visor over his IRON-GRAY HAIR is rad, so it is now canon.
I want to know if she and Robin are going to Compare Notes, somehow??? Because I feel like she's got to be heading back to the hospital since she was worried that The Dress was going to murder her if she took it home overnight.
Still so floored by the turn this took, I really want to know how Lael plotted this out. I feel like a dartboard had to have been involved somehow.
OK that was a pretty interesting turn! Instead of crushing Felicia's legs somehow, the dress decides to boa-constrict her and ruin her night in a new way. What a weird book! How did it even get this much bonkersness into what, 150 pages?
I've been trying to figure out what the modern analog is for these mass market pulpy teen books, because it really doesn't seem like they're still a thing??
I'm reading a YA horror-comedy from 2016 rn, and it KIND of feels semi-churned out like these old Point paperbacks, but, like... not as charming and there's 376 pages of it?
Maybe it's just my taste buds? But anything with that kind of chemical/medicinal aftertaste has always made potatoes taste absolutely VILE to me, hahaha.
WOW, they have UNIFORMED MAIDS at this gig? Where are all the broke undergrads hustling to serve at a senior dinner for extra cash!? Academia in the 80's was apparently where the money was at (not).
>>> "We voted Brent the guy most likely to run off with his prettiest parishioner,” Mark said. “He’s proud of the honor.”<<< Lael. Lael, NO. Jokes about a predatory pastor/priest/minister/whatev are NEVER going to age well. Stop NOW. Also, LOL that the only job a minister seems to have here is to a.) Impress the Dean, and b.)"remember scripture." Clearly in every job description it's like "Must be able to spout Proverbs at meals to gather yuks."
Would you EVER go into the home of virtual strangers and borrow clothes!? I'm dizzy with horror at the thought. I'd rather wrap the dress AROUND me somehow - I mean, if it's going to hug and be formfitting she'd at least be covered??? - and get out of Dodge. She should have grabbed a garbage bag, though. And "visored cap" makes me think of those green visor thingies you see bookies and poker players wearing in films. I *NEED* her to have run out onto the street barefoot wearing the minister's poker visor -- so everyone will wonder what's going down in Pleasantville next door...
This is such a surreal thing. Since Felicia is gone (once again, BYE) but not bleeding, is she going to have Learnt A Great Lesson from this? Is she (for her own sake) going to dump Mark and spend some quality time examining her impulses? I'm dying to see how she'll exit the stage/story -- and who the dress will stalk next. Because it's clearly having the time of its (UN)life before it's snatched back to sulk in the boring closet some more.
There were uniformed maids at Tyler's house, too, remember? Another sign of the HEIGHT of sophistication, I guess? (But yeah, the Dean at the seminary having an army of uniformed maids seems Extremely Odd to me as well.)
ALL OF THE BRENT STUFF WAS THE WORST OMG OMG OMG
I feel like if you're going o swipe Emergency Clothes out of someone's house—someone you're trying to impress!!—Felicia's strategy was the best possible one? Going for COMPLETE DISGUISE, I mean? I'm still absolutely flabbergasted that Mrs. The Dean jumped to the conclusion that they had an Upstairs Closet Burglar instead of, I don't know, considering the possibility that the GIRL THAT SHE'D LITERALLY JUST BROUGHT UPSTAIRS might be UP TO SOMETHING??
I pictured one of those green visors, too, but the word 'cap' was throwing me, bc it makes me think of a hat that covers the crown of your head, not a band that goes around it? But the idea of the Dean wearing a poker visor over his IRON-GRAY HAIR is rad, so it is now canon.
I want to know if she and Robin are going to Compare Notes, somehow??? Because I feel like she's got to be heading back to the hospital since she was worried that The Dress was going to murder her if she took it home overnight.
Still so floored by the turn this took, I really want to know how Lael plotted this out. I feel like a dartboard had to have been involved somehow.
*At her last author's conference*
"Soooo, Lael: Plotter or Pantser?"
"Mmm, throwers."
"I beg your pardon?"
"Arrows."
"Sorry, I still don't quite..."
*mimes throwing motion*
"Lael. Are we playing Guesstures? I still don't...
"DARTS, okay? I use DARTS. You don't see ME asking for all your literary secrets, do you???"
OK that was a pretty interesting turn! Instead of crushing Felicia's legs somehow, the dress decides to boa-constrict her and ruin her night in a new way. What a weird book! How did it even get this much bonkersness into what, 150 pages?
I've been trying to figure out what the modern analog is for these mass market pulpy teen books, because it really doesn't seem like they're still a thing??
I don't think they are a thing anymore! Maybe Harry Potter and the Advent of Books Longer than 150 Pages killed them?
I'm reading a YA horror-comedy from 2016 rn, and it KIND of feels semi-churned out like these old Point paperbacks, but, like... not as charming and there's 376 pages of it?
I did not know that about cherry cough drops and potatoes! Weird!
Maybe it's just my taste buds? But anything with that kind of chemical/medicinal aftertaste has always made potatoes taste absolutely VILE to me, hahaha.