<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1052847061571371199</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:58:57.529-05:00</updated><category term='the wakefields of sweet valley'/><category term='Secrets'/><category term='introduction'/><category term='SVH'/><category term='book hunt'/><category term='Enid'/><category term='sweet valley high'/><category term='magna edition'/><category term='saga'/><category term='George'/><title type='text'>Sweet Valley High Redux</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://svtwins.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1052847061571371199/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://svtwins.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599648162094012994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AaHKhBbR5iI/TCzA2HGjfvI/AAAAAAAAADg/BKA08nNW1_w/S220/1272866738579728.jpeg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1052847061571371199.post-5144716459036043998</id><published>2008-08-14T11:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T14:58:27.158-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='George'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Secrets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SVH'/><title type='text'>Sweet Valley High #2: Secrets</title><content type='html'>Sweet Valley High #2: Secrets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pick up where we left off in Double Love, maybe a day or two later. Jess gets dressed, complains, and we rehash the end, where Jess is thrown in the pool and Enid shows up crying. Jess has a grand plan to make Bruce Patman fall in love with her. She just has to win Prom Princess or some crap like that. And he has to be King, and THEN he’ll realize they’re meant to be. Of course. When I win Miss Fredericksburg, then the boys will come a’runnin’. Ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Enid has a secret! Oh, like the title! Creative! She’s crying and flipping her proverbial shit and Liz is all, Enid, let’s make cookies! Oh, good idea Liz, let’s teach emotional eating. Liz finally pries Enid’s secret past out of her. Apparently, about 2 years ago, she fell in with the wrong crowd and was a drunk junkie, all strung out on heroin on the outskirts of town. Or something like that. Anyway, she met George Wallace (and ha, I think George is an all around silly name) and they got wasted one night (and she was…14 then? OK.) and he was driving (so many lessons in one book!) and they hit a kid. The kid was fine, and so were they, but Enid sure did learn her lesson and immediately cleaned up her act. George was sent off to some boarding school for troubled kids or something like that, but had a harder time picking up the pieces of his broken life, shattered like the bones of so many children that are HIT BY CARS, GEORGE. So Enid’s been writing him letters back and forth, encouraging him to pull it together, which is so cute, because I bet postage still cost, like, 26 cents. And she wrote the letters on her typewriter! Ha! I love the 80’s. Speaking of which, did VH1 include Sweet Valley High in any of the I Love the 80’s shows? If not, I feel like that was a major oversight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Enid is scared her boyfriend, Ronnie, is going to get mad at her and dump her for writing letters to George and she loves Ronnie just too much for that to happen. OK, w-t-f these books and love? Liz loved Todd before they even had a date, and Enid’s in love with Ronnie, and Jessica loves everyone. Now I hear a lot of people say that people throw the word “love” around too carelessly, so I’m take a leap and blame Sweet Valley High for that, I think. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth assures her that’s ridiculous until we find out what a controlling, abusive ass Ronnie is. Like, he flipped out at Enid when she told her waiter at a restaurant not to put anchovies on her pizza, because the waiter was a GUY. No one cares that Ronnie sucks, but he totally won’t dump Enid because of George, Liz assures Enid. RIGHT. But then, the horrid news – George is coming back to Sweet Valley – and he wants to see Enid! Wait, so, they already lived in Sweet Valley when all this happened, and yet no one heard about the wasted teenagers that hit a small child with a car? Maybe she lived in Big Mesa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, Jess is busy scheming to get Patman to fall in love with her. So after some whining to Mama Wakefield, who is actually home for once, about Liz’s spending too much time with Enid she rushes upstairs and throws herself on Liz’s bed, because hers is too messy…where she finds the letter from George that Enid dropped! This is too good to pass up, and can totally help her get Bruce, so she rushes to make a copy of the letter on her dad’s copy machine. Also, yeah, right, because you know he just had a mimeograph. Copy machine, my backside, Wakefields. And, scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Liz, Todd, Enid, and Ronnie are at the movies, but Ronnie’s acting strange. Enid thinks something is up but can’t tell. Ronnie’s quiet. Liz waxes poetic about her perfect relationship with Todd. Ronnie and Enid leave the movie together and go “park somewhere,” and ok, this kind of place is in every book ever. Every town has a “point” but if my hometown did? I did not know. Must have been too busy reading this crap to be in the know. Ronnie attacks Enid and they make out for probably 1 second before she’s all dude, cool down. And then he starts flipping out about George. The letters! He knows! He dumps Enid. She can’t comprehend how life can go on without a douchebag like this, and is certain Elizabeth is to blame. OK, it’s only book 2 and I KNOW Elizabeth isn’t too blame. Remember, she has the ponytail. You can ALWAYS trust a ponytail. Always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess Enid doesn’t know the hard and fast ponytail rule as well as I do, ‘cause she blames Liz and tells her how much she sucks. Liz is shocked seeing as she HAS A PONYTAIL and didn’t do anything wrong. Jess feigns shock when Liz tells her what happens and totes wants to help. So she goes to a party at Lila’s to talk to Bruce. After some wine (martinis in the re-release…really? Wine isn’t timeless?) and hearing Bruce won’t be attending the upcoming dance – there are dances every week in Sweet Valley, obvs, why do you think it’s so TOTALLY SWEET- she decides to talk to Ronnie instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie is grumping around the party over Enid so Jess decides to “help” and asks him about his bad mood. He bitches about Enid and George, and Jess is sooo sympathetic. So sympathetic that she suggests they go to the dance together – as friends, of course. Ronnie reluctantly agrees, but in the re-release, he is sleazy and asks Jessica. Which, honestly, is very strange, because isn’t that kind of a step BACK? Whatever, I can’t start expecting logic at this point, can I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we’re back to school and the Mrs. Dalton/Ken Matthews rumor at school. This subplot is dumb. Mrs. Dalton is late, so it must be because she’s totes doing Ken. No other good explanation! There’s a bunch of gossip about whether or not they’re doing it, and finally Mrs. D shows up looking tired…from all the sexing, of course. They enter the classroom and someone has written “IF YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT A FRENCH KISS IS, ASK KEN MATTHEWS” Mortified, Mrs. D runs out. In the re-release, someone has photoshopped Mrs. D’s and Ken’s heads on a picture of a naked couple in bed. Ah, technology. After Mrs. D’s departure, Liz runs into Enid and tries to start a conversation, but Enid won’t have any of it, so Jess tries to comfort her at lunch. Liz is eating corn chips and isn’t even hungry…better watch out or she might end up size 7. THE HORROR. Jess says she’ll talk to Enid. That Jessica Wakefield, always helping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Jess bolts off to talk to Enid and starts out with this gem: “I know how you feel…Well, actually, I’ve never been dumped by anyone, but I can imagine what it’s like! You must feel awful!” Whatever, Jess, I seem to remember you got dumped LAST BOOK (so…last week? Month?) by one TODD WILKINS. Enid swears to never forgive Liz, even if they live to be ONE HUNDRED AND NINETY NINE. But if they hit 200, all bets are off. High school betrayals are forgiven on the 200th birthday. Like America. We forgave the British on the bicentennial. Right? ISN’T THIS HOW HISTORY WORKS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, soon enough Liz finds out Jess is going to the dance with Ronnie and is surprised. Really? Why? Totally a Jessica move. It even says on the cover of the book “What Jessica wants, Jessica gets – even if someone gets hurt!” So…yeah. Jess swears she is going with Ronnie FOR Enid, so she can get them back together. Oh Jess, such a martyr. Oh, this will help Liz, too, because if Enid and Ronnie get back together, she’ll forgive Liz. That Jessica, always helping others. What a Girl Scout. Someone give this girl a merit badge. Well, maybe a try-it. That Girl Scout joke only makes sense to former Girl Scouts. My bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Liz gives in and confesses to Mr. Collins, the Robert Redford of the high school faculty (re-release – “an actor”). He listens and tells Liz to be aware of Enid’s pain but know that Enid will forgive her – “Because the people we love, who love us, are the ones who will forgive us later when it all blows over.” Right. So he advises Liz that she probs has not thought through all the possible scenarios. Just maybe someone else told Ronnie about the letters. Elizabeth reverts back to her Christine Davenport fangirl days and plays detective…Winston! Must have been Winston. Sigh. Oh, Liz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, more Mrs. D. This plot is so unnecessary. Apparently Mr. Collins also likes her, so he defends her. Does this chick have beer-flavored nipples? Jesus. Mr. Fowler, Ken Matthews, and Mr. Collins? Woman, have a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Liz goes to talk to Winston and solve the case! But Winston, of course, didn’t have anything to do with it. Meanwhile, Todd is practicing his basketball skills and, “even with his shirt stuck to his chest in sweaty patches, Todd looked beautiful to Elizabeth.” And, EW. So Liz and sweaty Todd go to Dairi Burger. She looks sad and Todd asks why, since, after all, the most fantastic guy is taking her to the dance! “Burt Reynolds is taking me to the dance?” She asks. HA. HA HA HA HA. (Re-release: Jake Gyllenhall). Burt Reynolds is funnier though. They talk MORE about her and Enid and their fight and she talks about how she loves his firm and gentle kisses. I bet that’s not the only thing that’s firm and gentle with Todd. Ok, too far. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crisis! The twins can’t go to the dance if they don’t clean their rooms! Mom said. Wait, when the hell did Alice Wakefield get back? She breezed through the house once this week to give them this order? Nice. Well, Liz’s room is already neat but Jess’s is a mess so Jess finally goes to her own room to clean, and Liz starts straightening up a bit (What, Alice comes through with a white glove? She’s not Danny Tanner) when she sees it – George’s letter! In her room! And it all comes together…It was Jessica! There it is. Finally. Clarity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, the plots converge. Enid shows up at Mrs. D’s apartment. Okay, creepy. Look, I was close to my teachers in high school, but I never thought I should just waltz on over and knock on their door. Mrs. D is a replacement for Enid’s own mother so Enid is going to pour out her heart. Jesus CHRIST, you had a fight with a friend, nobody DIED, Enid. Mrs. D advises Enid to actually listen to Liz, since it makes ZERO sense that Liz would do such a thing to Enid and suddenly Enid relents and is going to do so. But then Mrs. D reveals she may resign due to gossip, and Enid flies into another rage and storms out. Is she back on drugs? Settle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enid’s decided to go to the dance alone, and while she’s getting ready the doorbell rings. Enid’s mom comes to tell Enid it’s for her. Must be Ronnie! Or not. It’s George! And he’s hot and sexy now, of course, and he’s wearing a suit, so they head to the dance. And he kisses her. Things move fast – and stop suddenly - in good old Sweet Valley…’cause we all know George is not getting to second base…probably ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, Jess’s outfit: “a slinky red silk formal with a wide embroidered belt and black sandal heels” Cute… Liz is busy ironing the ruffled hem of her dress. Oh. Sad. And Liz has a sneaky plan to get even with Jess that is yet to be revealed. Dana is belting out a “Steamy Linda Ronstadt song.” Okay. And Mrs. D shows up! With her head held high. Like she told Enid to do. Ah. Full circle. And Enid shows up w/ George. Liz is dying for the scoop but scared Enid will snub her, but, of course, Enid walks up first to fix their friendship. Aaaand, fixed. And it’s time to vote! What could Liz’s plan be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Jess wins! So OBVS Bruce will too, as everyone knows he is the cutest boy in school! Then her evil plan will be complete. But Liz’s plan works perfectly, and Winston wins. Love it. This, of course, means she is stuck with Winston at all school events for the rest of the semester. OH NO. Liz reveals she knows the truth and Jess threatens to resign as queen – and Liz counter-threatens to tell the whole school what Jess did to Enid. Jess knows that would be bad news, and she relents. Liz wins again. As always. Doesn’t good always triumph over evil? I’m telling you, it’s the ponytail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1052847061571371199-5144716459036043998?l=svtwins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://svtwins.blogspot.com/feeds/5144716459036043998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1052847061571371199&amp;postID=5144716459036043998' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1052847061571371199/posts/default/5144716459036043998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1052847061571371199/posts/default/5144716459036043998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://svtwins.blogspot.com/2008/08/sweet-valley-high-2-secrets.html' title='Sweet Valley High #2: Secrets'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599648162094012994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AaHKhBbR5iI/TCzA2HGjfvI/AAAAAAAAADg/BKA08nNW1_w/S220/1272866738579728.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1052847061571371199.post-239521621161815134</id><published>2008-08-13T10:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T11:01:31.532-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cross my heart</title><content type='html'>I swear, Secrets will be up tonight or tomorrow. I swear on Elizabeth's virginity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, check out these original scripts for the SVH tv shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thoughtprod.com/sweet.html"&gt;http://www.thoughtprod.com/sweet.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my favorite stage direction:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bronzed hunk RUSS FRANKLIN, with hair cut just long enough to be dangerous, stacks video gear onto an AV cart"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long is long enough to be dangerous? Can he make nooses out of his hair? Can he tie it in a knot, can he tie it in a bow?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1052847061571371199-239521621161815134?l=svtwins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://svtwins.blogspot.com/feeds/239521621161815134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1052847061571371199&amp;postID=239521621161815134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1052847061571371199/posts/default/239521621161815134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1052847061571371199/posts/default/239521621161815134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://svtwins.blogspot.com/2008/08/cross-my-heart.html' title='Cross my heart'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599648162094012994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AaHKhBbR5iI/TCzA2HGjfvI/AAAAAAAAADg/BKA08nNW1_w/S220/1272866738579728.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1052847061571371199.post-5754297131979018869</id><published>2007-08-10T11:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T11:03:48.792-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Look, I'm sorry, okay? I've totally started the recap for book number two, SECRETS. But then I got busy with my real job and then I got busy drinking and then I got my heart broken and then I just kind of became a shell of a person. I am Liz without Todd! But really kids. I am about to go on vacation and read about 15 of these freaking books. So buck up little campers, don't be sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1052847061571371199-5754297131979018869?l=svtwins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://svtwins.blogspot.com/feeds/5754297131979018869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1052847061571371199&amp;postID=5754297131979018869' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1052847061571371199/posts/default/5754297131979018869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1052847061571371199/posts/default/5754297131979018869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://svtwins.blogspot.com/2007/08/look-im-sorry-okay-ive-totally-started.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599648162094012994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AaHKhBbR5iI/TCzA2HGjfvI/AAAAAAAAADg/BKA08nNW1_w/S220/1272866738579728.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1052847061571371199.post-2440399287508052232</id><published>2007-05-24T23:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T01:12:08.624-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet valley high'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the wakefields of sweet valley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magna edition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saga'/><title type='text'>The Wakefields of Sweet Valley (part two)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Things they didn’t teach me in grad school&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;“Anyone who sneaks downstairs in the middle of the night to put her feelings into a poem is a writer, Amanda.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A real one.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(Another &lt;i style=""&gt;Simpsons&lt;/i&gt; reference: “That’s the stupidest story I’ve ever heard, and I read the entire &lt;i style=""&gt;Sweet Valley High&lt;/i&gt; series.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Meanest thing ever&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Ted, amazingly, chooses Amanda to be his girlfriend.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They share a secret letter-writing romance, while Samantha continues to lust after him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Samantha, ever the smart one, finds the letters, burns them, and keeps Ted’s pending visit a secret.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When she tricks Ted into going for a drive with her, Ted breaks the news that Amanda is the twin for him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Samantha decides to frame him for bootlegging and watches nonchalantly as he’s dragged off to prison while Amanda sleeps unknowingly at home.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When detective Amanda puts the pieces together the next day, she confronts Samantha.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And here’s the one place I get really, absolutely angry.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She gets mad not that Samantha did something horrible to another human being, but because “All Ted and I wanted was to be happy together.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is the continuing argument for why she won’t talk to Samantha.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And her parents don’t seem to notice or care?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Samantha goes off to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Hollywood&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, becomes a huge starlit, gets married and pregnant.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Her parents – we see through the clips Amanda has cut from the paper – appear to act as if their daughter didn’t do something completely horrendous.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(One might note that Samantha is a “perfect size-six.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What that means in 1920s standards does not mesh with our modern day beauties.)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At the tender age of nineteen, Samantha dies in childbirth, as Amanda swoops to her side.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;We found &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Sweet&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Valley&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Guess where Amanda’s teaching English?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Sweet&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Valley&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; High!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m so excited for her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She’s helping care for her niece Marjorie, who is about to be swept away to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;France&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I guess &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Sweet&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Valley &lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;isn’t sweet enough.     &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;Damn Depression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Most boring thing ever&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I have vague memories from Marjorie’s Anne-Frank-alike existence.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For some reason, I’ve always associated her helping the Resistance with the creek by my parents’ house.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Marjorie, too, loses the man she loves and is forced to marry someone else.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“She was going home, but her heart would stay here.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Buried with Jacques.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Forever.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The book seems to get really weird on pacing around this part.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Marjorie slows way the hell down, then speeds up into some marriage, and then BAM! she’s got &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Alice&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, and we’re landing on the moon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Last week in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Sweet&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Valley&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Another brief history lesson on the family, just in case we’ve forgotten over the course of three hundred pages (and the other quick recaps along the way).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Young Alice draws a family tree, and, with fifty pages remaining, we see that “One day, she would be able to fill in the spot where her own family would go.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As far as I can tell, Amanda is the only one to not get married.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But she still has a family in her dead twin’s daughter, so I guess that counts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Feelin’ groovy&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Here is where time becomes vague for our brooding hippie child.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The other sections of the book have definitive years attached to them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now we just have the late 1960s, but we do know &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Woodstock&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt; has already taken place.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Idealistic &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Alice&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; protests on her college campus and, surprisingly, falls in love with Hank Patman.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(I believe this relationship resurfaces in a later &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sweet Valley High&lt;/span&gt; book.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The twins maybe find a picture or something?)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(Oh, that reminds me, they’ve been passing down the wooden rose all along.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That used to make me happy when I was little, but now I find it rather forgettable.)&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;The more you know…(shooting star)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Hank, my painting is not just a hobby.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Women have professions, too, you know.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Things that are unbelievable&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I know &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Sweet&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Valley&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; is never supposed to be believable, but I draw the line at college students in the 1960s drinking sparkling cider.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If high-class Hank is giving &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Alice&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; caviar, shouldn’t there be wine or something involved?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe they’ve smoked a joint?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Something?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Anything?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Okay.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Hey, I think I’ve read this before&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;“And then she could resist no longer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Alice&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; inhaled the salty, furious ocean.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was the last memory she had.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Girls named &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Alice&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; should stay out of the ocean, I think.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Another &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Wakefield&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;You know what &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Alice&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; notices about this one?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His “high cheekbones, the strong, straight line of his nose, the cleft of his chin.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She, too, is fairly certain she’s seen him before.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And felt the pain of him walking away.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We know that Ned, though, gets to win eventually.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I thought that, in this book, we learned of Ned’s ring that matches the wooden rose, but that must be in the boy half of the Saga (the one with the blue cover.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This one’s pink, in case you were curious).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am wrong, though.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Here, we learn that Amanda is still alive.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jessamyn, we learned a little earlier, died right around when &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Alice&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;’s older sister was born.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No mention of when the original &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Alice&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; died, though.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And I don’t recall ever learning of Amanda or Marjorie’s existence in other &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Sweet&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Valley&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; books.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe we do.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;At the last minute, &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Alice&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; realizes she could never marry Hank (just as we learn that Jessica will never date Bruce) and runs to find Ned, who is listening to “their song” on repeat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;A number of years later&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;A little Steven Wakefield pokes at his baby twin sisters.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Alice&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; contemplates the girls’ heritage.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If this were a movie, we could have a montage with sappy music.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If it were my movie, I’d pick “We Are Family” just because it would make me laugh.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We pan away with this: “The weathered old wood of the delicate flower, full of secret memories, held the past in its petals.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Alice&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; smiled at the infant in her arms, then leaned over and kissed the one in Ned’s.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In their perfect, identical faces, Jessica and Elizabeth Wakefield held the secrets of the future.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1052847061571371199-2440399287508052232?l=svtwins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://svtwins.blogspot.com/feeds/2440399287508052232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1052847061571371199&amp;postID=2440399287508052232' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1052847061571371199/posts/default/2440399287508052232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1052847061571371199/posts/default/2440399287508052232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://svtwins.blogspot.com/2007/05/wakefields-of-sweet-valley-part-two.html' title='The Wakefields of Sweet Valley (part two)'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zrLvO7r6zFM/THJGTOiIwvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XEIyjJ2dQ40/S220/Amy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1052847061571371199.post-7397795977606661563</id><published>2007-05-24T23:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T01:04:23.992-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet valley high'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the wakefields of sweet valley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magna edition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saga'/><title type='text'>The Wakefields of Sweet Valley (part one)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;or an epic tale of sloppy seconds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Come sail away&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;We begin our Sweet Valley Saga (a magna edition, for those keeping track) in the stormy &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Atlantic  Ocean&lt;/st1:place&gt; in 1866.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Alice Larson battles the sea, only to be saved by Theodore Wakefield and his “high cheekbones, the strong, straight line of his nose, the cleft of his chin.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Dreamy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Good thing an ugly guy didn’t save her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ugly people don’t deserve to be heroes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The pair becomes a regular steerage-class couple.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Alice&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; – as we will learn about all women in this family line – is a quick learner, so her Swedish soon dissipates.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No language barriers for this fine couple.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They plan to marry once they reach &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;America&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But no!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Theodore is swept away into quarantine as he is believed to be carrying “the dreaded typhoid.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh, dear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Go west&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Alice&lt;/st1:city&gt;, too distraught to think to ask around as to where he might be, joins her extended family in the ride to &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Minnesota&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; (where I immediately give them all the appropriate accent).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But we all get over our greatest loves, don’tcha know?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Alice&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; marries my favorite male character, George Johnson.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I feel kind of bad for him, as he will never compare to our hunky stud, Theodore.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The couple gives birth to the first set of twins, Elisabeth and Jessamyn, after their eldest son, Steven, dies of scarlet fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ll never guess which is the quiet twin and which is the adventurous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The circus comes to town many years later, where Jessamyn runs off to see the horses and comes back to tell her mother of the Magnificent Theo W.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It can’t be!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But it is!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Alice&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; runs through the muck to find him, clutching the wooden rose he once carved for her before their first date on the ship, only to arrive at an empty field.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The circus, it seems, has left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And we are sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;A glimpse into the future?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Elisabeth shucks corn and receives a kiss from Tom Wilkens.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Baseball is just a fad.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And those radical feminists are getting young ladies to wear “those ridiculous bloomers.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(I’m torn every time I read a &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Sweet&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Valley&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; book.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sometimes I feel like I’m in the women’s movement groove, and then sometimes I feel like I should be by my man’s side – or making him a sandwich.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;The more you know…(shooting star)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Blue cloud nodded.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;‘The history of my people is often sad.’&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was quiet for a long time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When he spoke again, his voice wavered.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;‘Once there were many of us in this land, hunting and finishing, dancing, and teaching our songs and daughters our ways for generations and generations.’”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I feel more enlightened already.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Which reminds me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Part of the appeal of the Sagas for me when I was in elementary school was the history in them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m a sucker for a good historical setting, especially as we edge closer to, say, the turn of the Twentieth Century and the Roaring Twenties.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Some things, like the &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;San Francisco&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;earthquake, first came into my life through this book.  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(We didn’t get to that era in history until seventh grade, when it was no longer cool to read &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Sweet&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Valley&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, I mean, it wasn’t totally worthless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Jessamyn dresses like a boy to sneak off into the circus.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why she does this is never exactly explained.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After many years of going, the circus people know who she is, know she is a girl.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But whatever.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She joins up to be a bareback rider (which she has been learning how to do from Peter Blue Cloud).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;The more you know…(shooting star)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“‘Did I ever tell you about how it felt the day I got my freedom, Miss Elisabeth?’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Elisabeth had shaken her head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“‘It was scary.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;About the most scary thing that ever happened to me, suddenly not knowing what the next day was going to be like.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But then I got to thinking about how it used to be.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When I was a slave, my day was either bad or worse.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That’s it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Always the same.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bad or worse.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then I thought how it didn’t have to be that way anymore.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I didn’t know how the next day was going to be, but I just knew it could be better than bad or worse.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You see what I’m saying, Miss Elisabeth?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Getting my freedom was like getting a future.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For the first time in my life, the next day could be different from the one before it.’”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Affirmative Action friends&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Elisabeth takes this opportunity to become friends with Peter Blue Cloud and learn to ride just like Jessamyn.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But, alas, P.B.C. suddenly falls ill and Elisabeth jumps a train (she’s channeling her sister, you see) and follows the circus route until she finds Jessamyn.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Elisabeth, in a moment of daring (which always seems to end badly for the good girl twin, regardless of the generation), takes Jess’s horse around the ring, going faster and faster until she is thrown.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Elisabeth did not move.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The life was gone from her body.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe she would have been okay if Jessamyn hadn’t “flung herself on top of her twin” as her “anguished cries filled the tent.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;I feel the earth move&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;In the year 1900 in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;San Francisco&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, twenty-two-year-old Jessamyn has somehow been managing a premier hotel for the last several years.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;See my feminism issues?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But we are taken away from that into a torrid choice between Taylor Watson and his friend – but someday mortal enemy – Bruce Farber.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Whom will wild-child Jessamyn choose?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The years pass and Bruce and Jessamyn picnic upon a hill overlooking the city.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They fall asleep in the grass and are woken by the great earthquake.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The city burns below them, and all Jess can think of is Taylor Watson.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As we learn in various Sweet Valley High books, people named Bruce are pussies, so Jess’s affections ultimately go to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Taylor&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Out of the ashes of sorrow, she could feel the flames of love burning.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And they, too, have twins!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Only they’re in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Detroit&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For a brief moment, we break away from family names with Samantha and Amanda.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We do not, however, get away from family characteristics.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Samantha is a daring, darling little actress, and Amanda is a quiet, thoughtful writer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She’s even on the school paper.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And wears old lady clothes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;The more you know…(shooting star)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Taylor&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, darling, that’s how the girls dress these days.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Samantha looks very fashionable.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Don’t forget that things are different now.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Women can even vote.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Return of a &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Wakefield&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Amanda and Samantha have an older brother, Harry, who brings home his roommate, none other than Ted Wakefield.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I know, shut up! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The twins feel there’s something familiar about him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Could it be that he “was definitely handsome with high cheekbones, a strong, straight nose, and a slight cleft in his chin”?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Why is no one ever ugly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Why can’t Ted be a genetic mutant with a soft press of a beer belly, a gimp leg, and a wandering eye?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Maybe even a stray nose hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Alas, none of my dates will ever show up in a &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Sweet&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Valley&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then we get a scene that I’m pretty sure comes out of the Beer Baron episode of &lt;i style=""&gt;The Simpsons&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And more witty, foreseeing comments about people like Louis Armstrong, F. Scott Fitzgerald, and Hemmingway.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1052847061571371199-7397795977606661563?l=svtwins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://svtwins.blogspot.com/feeds/7397795977606661563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1052847061571371199&amp;postID=7397795977606661563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1052847061571371199/posts/default/7397795977606661563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1052847061571371199/posts/default/7397795977606661563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://svtwins.blogspot.com/2007/05/wakefields-of-sweet-valley-part-one.html' title='The Wakefields of Sweet Valley (part one)'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zrLvO7r6zFM/THJGTOiIwvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XEIyjJ2dQ40/S220/Amy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1052847061571371199.post-432292513519873062</id><published>2007-05-23T18:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T18:01:21.980-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Valley High #1: Double Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I think the hardest thing about this challenge is trying to forget that I already know what happens. And that a lot of Sweet Valley Kids/Twins books went back and had similar plotlines to the SVH books.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So here we are, meeting Jessica and Elizabeth Wakefield, and they’re going to fight about Todd Wilkins. I like how this is new, too, because I distinctly remember the Sweet Valley Kids books having the exact same characters, just about 8 years younger. So Jess and Liz knew Todd back in the day, okay? He probably chased them at recess and they gave themselves cooties shots against his very touch so don’t front like he’s newly discovered, Francine. I want continuity. If he’s supposed to have recently blossomed into a basketball hunk, then when those Kids books were written, there should have been no Todd Wilkins. Obviously.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Am I going to have to explain everything?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyway. We start off with Jess complaining about how fat and ugly she is, immediately followed by the description that was standard in every single Sweet Valley book and okay, the BSC did this too and I always just had to skip these pages because I wasn’t NEW and so I knew what was going on.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But this is the beginning, and we’re all new, so in case you forgot what the twins look like:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Both girls had the same shoulder-length, sunstreaked blonde hair, the same sparkling blue eyes, the same perfect skin.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Even the tiny dimple in &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Elizabeth&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;’s left cheek was duplicated in her younger sister –younger by four minutes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Both girls were five-foot-six on the button and generously blessed with all-American good looks.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Both wore exactly the same size clothes, but they refused to dress alike.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Of course blahblah Jessica is not fat, and nobody cares, Liz has the ponytail, characters established. The phone rings and oh! It’s Todd Wilkins, the hunky basketball star! He wants to talk to &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Elizabeth&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; but Jessica lies (that scamp!) so she can talk to Todd, since she loves him so much. Liz is upset Todd wanted to talk to Jess (even though he didn’t, and Jess is a liar!) because she felt they had really shared a moment in the cafeteria a day or two before.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well Liz, you know what boys do now after a shared moment in a cafeteria? They go post a missed connection on Craigslist. I can see it now: &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;You – blonde hair, ponytail, Caribbean sea-colored eyes, perfect size six. Me – brown haired, dark eyed, cute captain of the basketball team. You had the salad, I had the pizza. We made eye contact. Want to go to Casey’s?&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And then someone will post back that Casey’s sucks, and someone else will pretend to be the blonde, but really be a dude, and send Todd pictures of his cock, and Liz will never ever see the ad because she has better things to do with her time then peruse craigslist. And apparently I don’t. Moving on…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyway, apparently back in 1984, sororities were all the rage in &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;California&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt; high schools, and Liz and Jess have pledged the best one! With all the best girls! (And the snootiest, Liz says. Yes, snootiest. I love this.) And of course they get in, because no one rejects a &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Wakefield&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; for anything.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So they’re in this sorority now, but it seems otherwise unimportant and Liz has to work on the Oracle and she’s the gossip columnist, and ha! Liz? Gossip? No. Plot weakness! Anyway, she’s supposed to meet Todd under “the clock” at &lt;st1:time minute="15" hour="17"&gt;5:15&lt;/st1:time&gt;, and she’s running late, and apparently this school only has one clock, but she runs to meet Todd – but it’s another missed connection – she gets there just in time to see Jess steal the Fiat (AGAIN.) and drive away with Todd. Liz walks home and Steven is there! Yay Steven! I always liked Steven Wakefield, older brother extraordinaire. He was a total older brother but he was always nice to his girlfriends and whatever, that’s what I like to see. The world needs more boys that are nice to their girlfriends. So Steven’s home from State U (creative…) and he and Liz immediately start calling each other ugly, which is some weird family joke and I still think it’s dumb, and Jess hates it too, because it is, in fact, dumb. See? Jess is smart sometimes. Jess finally makes it home after gallivanting with Todd around downtown and no one really cares she stole the car or anything because she’s Jessica! High school would have been so much more fun as a &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Wakefield&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;! Liz is mad, Jess pouts and apologizes insincerely, Liz forgives her. Remember that, because it will be important to every single &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Sweet&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype&gt;Valley&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; book from here on out. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But then the rumors start! Todd and Jess are dating? No! Liz is heartbroken. Jess tries to convince Todd to take her to the sorority dance (he is, of course, in the most popular frat) (again, in high school?) but he really only wants to take Liz. Then Jess runs into Rick Andover, and I do not like him instantly, and I am not really supposed to. Ricky Boy is the “bad boy” of &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Sweet&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:placetype&gt;Valley&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; and he drives too fast and drinks too much and probably has herpes. But he sees Jessica on the corner or something and offers a ride. She plays coy but really sounds slutty and they drive around &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Sweet&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype&gt;Valley&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; and then he demands a date. He seriously uses the line “I told you: I’m used to getting, not asking. Are you saying no?” And who could resist?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jess accepts and Rick drops her off on same random corner where her Mom happens to be driving by and picks her up. Hey Alice Wakefield! Nice of you to show up! How convenient! Mrs. W doesn’t see Rick though, and Jess plays cool. Oh right, Steven’s still home and rumor has it he’s dating Betsy Martin, who we don’t know yet, but apparently does drugs. Oh no! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jess has to get ready for her date. She finds the stupidest outfit ever and the description sounds like a business suit, but that’s what I automatically think when someone says they got a new “blouse.” But Rick doesn’t care and I know 80’s fashion sucked, but come on. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;They go to Kelly’s, some stupid dive bar, and no one cards her, they just hand her a boilermaker. Rick gets drunk and suggests Miller’s Point for some “fun” and you know what, Rick? This is &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Sweet&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype&gt;Valley&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; and there will be no sexing! I’m sure he just wants to talk politics but Jess screams and throws a fit and starts a fight, and the cops show up, think she’s &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Elizabeth&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;, and take her home. Caroline Pierce, SVH gossip, sees this, hears the cop call Jess Elizabeth, and immediately starts the gossip phone tree. And ok, it’s clearly dark out so it’s getting late, and this date didn’t start til 8, so it’s been at LEAST 2 hours, so it’s at least &lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="22"&gt;10  pm&lt;/st1:time&gt; and everyone is going to get this phone call? I don’t know about all of you but my parents flipped out if people called the house after &lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="22"&gt;10 pm&lt;/st1:time&gt;, and this is 1984 so there aren’t cell phones, so what the hell? I am not buying it. The cop doesn’t tell the &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Wakefield&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; adults that their 16-year-old daughter was DRINKING in a BAR with a CRIMINAL because, you know, Elizabeth Wakefield is a good kid, and again, no way. When the kids in My So-Called Life got busted at that rave-thing I kind of understood that the cop didn’t tell their parents. He didn’t catch them drinking anything, he just got them away from some bad dudes. But here we have multiple misdemeanors committed by a minor and the Sweet Valley Police force is like eh, whatevs? I see alcoholism is Jessica’s future.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But whatever, the next day everyone knows about Liz, and immediately believes it, even Todd, and no, not Todd! Liz is mortified and Jess apologizes some more and blahblahblah.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have a hard time believing Jess gets away with everything she does, but I guess that happens when you have absent parents like Ned and Alice Wakefield! Somebody ought to call Nanny 911 on their asses. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyway, all of a sudden we have this huge issue over the &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Sweet&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype&gt;Valley&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; football field, and I’m starting to get the feeling that &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Sweet&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype&gt;Valley&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; is creepy about sports and is the kind of town where the football players could rape a retarded girl and get away with it because gosh, they play football. I mean, Liz Wakefield can get away with anything merely because she’s Liz Wakefield, so how far can the football players go? But that won’t happen. There’s no sex in &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Sweet&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype&gt;Valley&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. So here we finally meet Ken Matthews. He’s exactly like Todd except he has blonde hair and is captain of the football team. Or quarterback. Or something. Anyway, some type of lease on the football field has expired and the Fowlers want to build a factory on it. The Patmans want to build some type of garden. God, rich people are weird. And is this even plausible? Aren’t the football fields usually part of the school grounds? I think this is so all this crap we heard about Ned and Alice being too busy having affairs to know where there kids are can almost make sense, since Ned’s the lawyer on the case! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So the students immediately storm the field for a sit-in (um, it’s 1984, not 1974) and Jessica is cheerleading now.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Everyone is giving Lila and Bruce a hard time because of their dads, and Lila is mad at Jessica and says Jess is &lt;i style=""&gt;supposed&lt;/i&gt; to be her friend, and Jess goes “Like, I am, but” and Bruce goes, and I quote: “But, my backside!” and then I put the book down and laughed, and the comment I wrote in the margins was simply “HA I LOVE THESE BOOKS.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Someone brings up the Liz-in-a-bar-with-Rick incident. Liz is mortified but instead of setting the record straight for the whole school, Jessica is all “whatever guys, no factories! Rah rah!” and some people gossip about Ned and his coworker and their illicit affair that is just not happening and even if I had never read any Sweet Valley book before this, I could tell you that.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then Liz and Todd ALMOST talk again, and Jess interrupts and takes Todd away and what happens next is so AWESOME I have to just type it out because when I read it I had to put the book down for a minute, and then go back and look for the part where it explained Jess was dreaming. But she wasn’t. You guys, this is what ACTUALLY HAPPENED:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Jessica was totally amazed at what happened next.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Todd Wilkins stared deeply into her eyes for a long moment, then slowly shook his head as if in wonder.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;‘I’ve never heard anything so noble,’ he finally said.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;‘What?’&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;‘You’d take the blame for your sister? Jessica, I don’t think I’ve ever known how truly special you are until this moment.’&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;‘But, Todd’&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Todd pulled her close, holding her tightly in his strong arms for what seemed like eternity. Then he gently kissed her&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;[…]&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;‘Jessica, you’re wonderful,’ Todd said.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;‘Todd, you’re the greatest guy I’ve ever met, do you know that?’&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;‘Listen! I’m taking you to the Phi Ep dance!’&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;‘What?’&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;WHAT IS RIGHT.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This does not happen, ever. This is a joke. It has to be.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But it’s not, and Liz finds out, and has some “painful thoughts,” and agrees to go to the frat dance with Winston Egbert (yay Winston!) in an attempt to escape Bruce Patman’s creepy advances. She figures Winston can at least keep her distracted from the pain of the loss of Todd. Right.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So Liz gets home and Jess runs into the house squealing about the ridiculous events that just took place at school. Where’s Mom? Not home! Surprise! For some reason, this suddenly really upsets Jessica and she starts flipping out and then makes the best claim ever – that Todd is the most wonderful man in all 137 states! What does Jess think counts as a “state”? But mom’s not home to tell so Jess whines and screams for like 3 pages about their absent mother. This is all very endearing but I do not remember any of my friends being upset about their parents not being home when we were 16. Because we were, uh, 16! The last thing I wanted to do was tell my mom alllll about the guy I made out with in the courtyard. If that had ever happened, I would have called Lauren and locked my mom out of my room while I did so. So. Whatever, Jessica.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(Aside: I just remembered last night on the phone with Lyssa and she totally made fun of me for this blog but then admitted that she and her friend Jessica used to PRETEND to be THE WAKEFIELDS in elementary school because they were blonde and blue eyed and Lyssa went by Elizabeth then, and whatever, I love you Lyssa, but I still don’t think you can make fun of this blog with a story like that.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So then Steven comes home in the midst of this fit and he’s upset about something, and Jessica’s freakout has escalated more so she accuses Daddy of an affair&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(even though Ned is at work) and Steven of dating Betsy Martin. Oops. Now Steven’s madder because he’s dating Tricia Martin and she’s great but she dumped him so now everyone’s mad and then everyone’s fine again suddenly. This is exhausting! Sheesh.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So dance night comes and Liz goes with Winston and Jess with Todd, but Todd stares longingly at Liz all night, and Liz stares longingly at Todd, and only Winston notices this, and then suddenly we find out that he has always loved Jessica, anyway. The dance ends, Liz gets home, and Jess gets home shortly after. She waits for Todd to totally do her, but he kisses her on the cheek and leaves. So she goes inside and cries to Liz that he tried to sexually assault her and you know what? I got really pissed when I read this part, because nothing makes me angrier then people claiming women are forever running around filing false rape charges and here’s Jess doing just that, except with no police report. Of course Liz is enraged and vows to never speak to Todd again and so Jess is satisfied, but I’m mad at Jessica now, so enough about her.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;At school Todd makes repeated attempts to talk to Liz but she refuses, but he finally catches her on the phone. Now remember, she still thinks he tried to attack her sister. Todd starts going on about how he forgives her for going out with Rick and blahblah and she’s angrier now that he still thinks she would have done that and tells him never to speak to her again and hangs up. Poor Todd. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Meanwhile the family finally has dinner together and Ned and &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Alice&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; show up, tell Steven how to fix his relationship with Tricia, and then Ned and Alice are gone again. Steven fixes his relationship with the girl he loves, and I am wondering why I never had one of my creepy crushes on Steven Wakefield.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now it’s back to this whole football field subplot. Liz has been covering the story for the &lt;i style=""&gt;Oracle&lt;/i&gt; so she gets to skip school and go to the court and watch the Patman/Fowler/BOE showdown. The BOE is represented by her dad and the lawyer everyone thinks he’s having an affair with. Of course the BOE wins ands the football players carry Liz around on their shoulders like she’s personally responsible for this turn of events, but that’s not important. After some celebrating at Dairi Burger (Ha! I had forgotten Dairi Burger!) Liz sees Todd there with another girl, and she gets upset but plays it cool. Go Liz! She leaves.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Later, after a sorority meeting, the twins are driving home when they see someone following them. Who? Rick Andover, back for revenge! Oh no! He, uh, abandons his car in the middle of the road and jumps into the Fiat and speeds off with the twins. He does some circles in the Dairi Burger parking lot while Liz and Jess scream in terror. Of course Todd sees and gets in his Datsun (hee!) to chase them down. Rick is drunk and heads for Kelly’s…nooooo! The suspense builds! Rick punches Todd! Todd punches Rick! Many times! In the stomach! Rick goes down! Todd saves the day! I’m so happy.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Liz and Jess run up to Todd, but THIS time, Liz kisses Todd. Go Liz! And then Todd figures out that it really was Jess at Kelly’s the first time. Still no one has cleared up the whole “sexual assault on Jess” thing, but they do later. Liz confronts Jess about it and Jess admits she made it up but only to protect Liz from Todd! But it’s not important anymore because Liz and Todd are in love. Oh yes, in love. What a difference a day makes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But sweeter than new love is revenge on Jess! Todd and Liz conspire to get her dunked in the Sweet Valley High pool by exposing Liz as the Oracle gossip columnist. Except they make Jess dress like Liz and so she gets thrown in by mistake! OH THE HILARITY.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So then there’s some blahblahblah twins share a bond for life, and something is wrong with Enid…but that’s all in book #2…Secrets.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So that’s our first recap. We have no established format or anything yet, I just mostly rambled. So… what do you like? What don’t you like? Too long? I am really having so much fun with this already, so I hope everyone enjoyed it…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1052847061571371199-432292513519873062?l=svtwins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://svtwins.blogspot.com/feeds/432292513519873062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1052847061571371199&amp;postID=432292513519873062' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1052847061571371199/posts/default/432292513519873062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1052847061571371199/posts/default/432292513519873062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://svtwins.blogspot.com/2007/05/sweet-valley-high-1-double-love.html' title='Sweet Valley High #1: Double Love'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599648162094012994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AaHKhBbR5iI/TCzA2HGjfvI/AAAAAAAAADg/BKA08nNW1_w/S220/1272866738579728.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1052847061571371199.post-4439257921577908895</id><published>2007-05-21T17:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T17:33:36.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everyone breathe easy: I found Sweet Valley High #1: Double Love. Coming soon to a blog near you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1052847061571371199-4439257921577908895?l=svtwins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://svtwins.blogspot.com/feeds/4439257921577908895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1052847061571371199&amp;postID=4439257921577908895' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1052847061571371199/posts/default/4439257921577908895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1052847061571371199/posts/default/4439257921577908895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://svtwins.blogspot.com/2007/05/everyone-breathe-easy-i-found-sweet.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599648162094012994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AaHKhBbR5iI/TCzA2HGjfvI/AAAAAAAAADg/BKA08nNW1_w/S220/1272866738579728.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1052847061571371199.post-3417700674210160931</id><published>2007-05-21T13:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T13:56:31.095-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One more thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img148.imageshack.us/img148/1403/lasgemelasdesweetvalleyiu7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img148.imageshack.us/img148/1403/lasgemelasdesweetvalleyiu7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always had a problem with the twins chosen to play Elizabeth and Jessica in the tv series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have nothing against the actresses themselves. I just never felt they did the twins justice. There was something about them that looked...evil. I can't put my finger on it but it never felt right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I mean, they're pretty girls, and they have blonde hair, and I guess they could be a size 6. I don't know, I haven't been a size 6 in years, but it just seemed wrong.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyone else have this problem?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1052847061571371199-3417700674210160931?l=svtwins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://svtwins.blogspot.com/feeds/3417700674210160931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1052847061571371199&amp;postID=3417700674210160931' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1052847061571371199/posts/default/3417700674210160931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1052847061571371199/posts/default/3417700674210160931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://svtwins.blogspot.com/2007/05/one-more-thing.html' title='One more thing'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599648162094012994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AaHKhBbR5iI/TCzA2HGjfvI/AAAAAAAAADg/BKA08nNW1_w/S220/1272866738579728.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1052847061571371199.post-4730542998039646389</id><published>2007-05-21T12:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T12:32:40.462-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='introduction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book hunt'/><title type='text'>Look right down in a crowded hall...</title><content type='html'>A quick greeting from Farmville, VA (before I leave it forever).  Stef covered most of our introduction, but now that the task is before us, we've already found a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where the hell did Sweet Valley go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, bookstores saved shelves upon shelves for the various incarnations of the world of Sweet Valley.  Even as close as a few years ago, when Stef and I would visit those shelves (just to check up on our favorite Californians, you know, like they were real people), the books still rested there in all of their sunny glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now they're gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've searched bookstores across the state, big and little.  Sweet Valley looks as if it never existed.  The same could be said about The Baby-sitter's Club (except for that new graphic novel thing), and I even found some of those at the most recent Green Valley Book Fair.  Not a&lt;br /&gt;size-six twin in sight.  (And, since Stef already brought up their size before -- has anyone ever wondered what size/height the twins would be if the books were started today?  Five-six-size-six does not an industry hottie make anymore.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazon and the like have the books, of course, but there's nothing quite the same as wandering the shelves of the bookstore, seeing which title and (redesigned) cover will catch your eye.  While reading some critical material on the series (who knew?), I learned there are over five hundred titles within the Sweet Valley industry.  How on earth do five hundred books just not exist anymore?  Especially when, interestingly enough, the series (in its various forms) is recommended for adult ESL use. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going back to my parents' house soon to collect all my wordly goods, including my Sweet Valley books.  Since, as Stef says, number one remains out of sight for the time being, I will start with The Wakefields of Sweet Valley (because, let's be honest, it's on my nightstand from the last time I was home). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a long road ahead of us.  Sweet Valley High, University, Junior High, Twins, Kids, Unicorn Club, Senior Year...all of the special editions.  Some we've read a million times over.  Some will be new territory.  And I can guarantee it will be as amazing as driving around in a red fiat convertible.  (And you know you always wanted one, too.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1052847061571371199-4730542998039646389?l=svtwins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://svtwins.blogspot.com/feeds/4730542998039646389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1052847061571371199&amp;postID=4730542998039646389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1052847061571371199/posts/default/4730542998039646389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1052847061571371199/posts/default/4730542998039646389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://svtwins.blogspot.com/2007/05/look-right-down-in-crowded-hall.html' title='Look right down in a crowded hall...'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zrLvO7r6zFM/THJGTOiIwvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XEIyjJ2dQ40/S220/Amy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1052847061571371199.post-6757800082911072750</id><published>2007-05-17T13:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T11:43:34.898-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Could there be two different girls who look the same?</title><content type='html'>Perhaps we should explain:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago someone sent me a link to the blog focused on rereading Babysitter’s Club books and snarking on them. I was all excited because, I mean, really? What was more quintessential in my youth then the BSC? OF COURSE 13-year-olds and 11-year-olds should be taking care of young children for extended periods of time. Do you KNOW how old 13 seems to an eight-year-old? REALLY OLD. Anyway, now that we’re 23 and 24, it’s all ten times funnier. But the BSC chick wasn’t funny and her snark wasn’t all that snarky. Mostly it was just a one paragraph rant per book about some minor little subplot or quote, and she wasn’t funny or interesting…she just seemed angry. And really, kids, BSC could provide lots of snarky fodder. And we knew we could do better. So we’re taking on a huge undertaking…The Sweet Valley series. Starting with Sweet Valley High, we’ll revisit the series with a new point of view and a firmer grasp on reality. We loved these aqua-eyed, perfect-size-six models of high school perfection. But did anyone really believe that they ate giant ice cream sundaes at Casey’s Ice Cream Parlor on a near-daily basis and never once inched up to a size 7? And I have watched the entire Sweet Valley tv-series (Hell, I own it on DVD) and you know what? I have never seen Ned and Alice Wakefield. Were they kidnapped by an evil triplet? What the hell is wrong with them? Why are they always going out of town and leaving their 16-year-old daughters alone when said 16-year-old daughters notoriously get into outlandish situations? When will the insanity end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here’s what you need to know:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m Stephanie.  I live in Fredericksburg, VA and plan to spend a good portion of my summer on my front porch with Sweet Valley High books. Amy is my partner in crime. She’s moving to Pittsburgh in a couple weeks. Which is lame, because she should live with me. But I digress.  We’re currently busy with trying to secure copies of the early SVH series. Especially #1. Have it? Drop one of us a line. These are rare jewels, folks. We’ll gladly return it after we recap it if you please. Otherwise we’d be happy to give it a good home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m currently working on The Fowlers of Sweet Valley. As in Lila Fowler. As in, okay, that was the Sweet Valley book Goodwill had and since it’s not really part of the series it can be thrown in out of order. I don’t know if Amy’s started one yet. Last I heard she was hard at work doing critical research on our favorite twins. Anyway. Keep checking back for the fun to start! And it will be fun, my friends. It will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1052847061571371199-6757800082911072750?l=svtwins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://svtwins.blogspot.com/feeds/6757800082911072750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1052847061571371199&amp;postID=6757800082911072750' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1052847061571371199/posts/default/6757800082911072750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1052847061571371199/posts/default/6757800082911072750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://svtwins.blogspot.com/2007/05/coming-soon.html' title='Could there be two different girls who look the same?'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14599648162094012994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AaHKhBbR5iI/TCzA2HGjfvI/AAAAAAAAADg/BKA08nNW1_w/S220/1272866738579728.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
