Friday, April 5, 2013
The Wimpy Kid Appreciation Society
For the uninitiated, which was me until a few days ago, this series by Jeff Kinney tells the experiences of a middle-school kid, Greg Heffley, through his own words and pictures as written in a diary his mom gave him. But as he notes in the first book, this isn't "Dear Diary" stuff. I'm trying not to worry that the protagonist is more than a couple of years older than Sis and Bud and that his experiences are not the carefully-curated stories that Sis and Bud have read elsewhere. So I'm reading it. It's like a grown-up Junie B. Jones--not perfect childhood, but real childhood with real language, events, and feelings. Like when Greg's older brother Rodrick sees porn (well, a bikini-clad woman on a motorcycle) and his mother freaks out. It hasn't happened here. Yet. But it will. (Right, Shelley?!) And I imagine I'll be a lot like his mom, making him apologize to all women.
And so, I'm reading it in bits. And maybe I'll even become an adjunct member of the Society. Frankly, I'm glad the kids still want to include me.