I chose to stay at home and miss a family member’s funeral so I could be here for my daughter’s prom. Pictures, hair and make-up trumped the family gathering. I really debated this decision, but in the end, due to a tragic teeter-totter accident, I was glad I had chosen to stay at home.
Still, yesterday, before the teeter-totter debacle, I was feeling badly about missing my sister-in-law’s funeral. All day I kept telling myself I was going to go the mall and buy some new make-up. Just after this next chapter, I said after every chapter of the fourth book of the Traveling Pants. At dinner time, I promised myself that I would go to Trader Joes and buy something veggie and delicious that my husband would never eat, but instead I continued to read and made a pan of brownies (that was my dinner.)
I wasn’t happy with the fourth Traveling Pants (just as my sister had promised me all those years ago) although I’m not sure a day spent reading wasn’t a better choice than a day at the mall. It was certainly cheaper. (Something veggie and delicious from Trader Joes would have been better than a dinner of brownies—no arguments there.) I won’t read Sisterhood Everlasting, but I don’t regret reading the fourth Traveling Pants books (even though I disliked it.) Here’s why:
I’m going to write a New Adult series about four girls—four friends who aren’t self-absorbed. They will meet men who will act like men—not puppies waiting for someone to throw them a bone (or a boobie. After reading The Pants—I’m wondering if Brashares knows any actual males.) I’m going to write about young adults who believe in monogamy—because here’s the thing: There really are people in the world who want to share themselves completely—spiritually, emotionally and physically/sexually—with only one significant other and when two people who want that find and meet each other and make that commitment to each other before God—that is a reason to celebrate. That is more magical than any pants could ever be.