*facepalms*

So, in 7th grade, I had to read two books with lots o’ sex (for a 7th grader) in them, for school. They were Kindred by Octavia Butler, and Tomorrow When The War Began by John Marsden. My brother is now in seventh grade. All seventh graders read the same books, pretty much. (Who smells trouble?)

Kindred has not made an appearance at the house of Luna yet this year, but today my brother yelled “LUNA!!! DID YOU HAVE TO READ TOMORROW WHEN THE WAR BEGAN IN SEVENTH GRADE???”  I replied that I had. “It’s all about sex!!!!” he continued. “There is so much sex in it! Chapter eighteen!!”

I remembered the book well enough to remember that there was no actual sex in it. There was a bit of wanting to have sex, but no sex. (The sex came in the second book, which I read in eighth grade and hid from my parents, even though it was in the middle school library where anyone could get it. I also read the third one and then they became not so good.)

So I told my brother. “The sex is in the second book!”

My brother, being a twelve year old boy who’s seen lots of R rated movies, got very excited and immediately wants to check out the second book. I facepalmed.

Later, I took a gander at Chapter Eighteen, and…I remembered it well, but not that well. I suppose if I was a twelve year old boy, it would be a lot. Twelve year old girls, such as I was when I read it, can handle it. Mostly.

~ by Luna on November 19, 2008.