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November 21, 2023
My Thoughts of Wilson Rawls' Where the Red Fern Grows
This is my second book review. If you don't like it, I apologize. I try my hardest to be honest and describe things as they are, but if I do a poor job of constructing an analysis of my reasons for liking this book, please forgive me and my poor writing structure.
Where the Red Fern Grows. A vividly written middle-grade book for children. Young adults. Grown adults. Elderly adults. Anyone can read and enjoy this wonderful classic.
I remember reading this emotional story in seventh grade. Honestly, I've never read anything like it. At the end of the book, I was literally crying because of how well-designed and three-dimensional the characters were. I loved Billy's relationship with his two dogs. This book perfectly describes what it's like to have a pet or pets. Billy is a very complex main character, and despite his age, he doesn't come off as an unruly and annoying teenager, as most main characters of young adult fiction do. I was able to relate to him and found him very likable. Most of the things he did made a lot of sense, and he carries fatherly traits within him. This can be seen through the way he protects his dogs and invests his time in them.
I wasn't a big fan of the ending, but it just showed how attached I became to the story and how much I loved it. I became woven in with the characters, looking at the events through their perspectives and imagining myself in their shoes as the story progressed.
The setting was perfect. The author went into detail as he described where Billy and his family lived and made it feel as if I could close my eyes and see the place. I liked how he placed emphasis on the beauty of the place. He made it feel homely and showed why Billy, the main character and owner of Old Dan and Little Ann, was attached to that place and believed it to be better than industrialized cities and towns.
The relationship between Old Dan and Little Ann was lovely. I like how the dogs were so close to each other and protected each other as much as possible. They were like a brother and sister duo, always by each other's sides and cooperating to complete tasks with Billy.
At times, the book was funny, tense, exciting, and sad. There were so many scenes that evoked conflicting emotions within me as I read them. As I said, the ending wasn't my favorite part, but it was very satisfying and led me to the conclusion that this is one of the best books I've read throughout my childhood, if not the best.
Overall, the main lesson I got from the book is that it's better to have an animal as a companion rather than an ungrateful human being. If you like animals and you like rural areas, this book is certainly for you. I hope they keep this book in schools so the future generation can enjoy this heartwarming story. ✨✨
Where the Red Fern Grows. A vividly written middle-grade book for children. Young adults. Grown adults. Elderly adults. Anyone can read and enjoy this wonderful classic.
I remember reading this emotional story in seventh grade. Honestly, I've never read anything like it. At the end of the book, I was literally crying because of how well-designed and three-dimensional the characters were. I loved Billy's relationship with his two dogs. This book perfectly describes what it's like to have a pet or pets. Billy is a very complex main character, and despite his age, he doesn't come off as an unruly and annoying teenager, as most main characters of young adult fiction do. I was able to relate to him and found him very likable. Most of the things he did made a lot of sense, and he carries fatherly traits within him. This can be seen through the way he protects his dogs and invests his time in them.
I wasn't a big fan of the ending, but it just showed how attached I became to the story and how much I loved it. I became woven in with the characters, looking at the events through their perspectives and imagining myself in their shoes as the story progressed.
The setting was perfect. The author went into detail as he described where Billy and his family lived and made it feel as if I could close my eyes and see the place. I liked how he placed emphasis on the beauty of the place. He made it feel homely and showed why Billy, the main character and owner of Old Dan and Little Ann, was attached to that place and believed it to be better than industrialized cities and towns.
The relationship between Old Dan and Little Ann was lovely. I like how the dogs were so close to each other and protected each other as much as possible. They were like a brother and sister duo, always by each other's sides and cooperating to complete tasks with Billy.
At times, the book was funny, tense, exciting, and sad. There were so many scenes that evoked conflicting emotions within me as I read them. As I said, the ending wasn't my favorite part, but it was very satisfying and led me to the conclusion that this is one of the best books I've read throughout my childhood, if not the best.
Overall, the main lesson I got from the book is that it's better to have an animal as a companion rather than an ungrateful human being. If you like animals and you like rural areas, this book is certainly for you. I hope they keep this book in schools so the future generation can enjoy this heartwarming story. ✨✨
My Thoughts on Jennette McCurdy's I'm Glad My Mom Died
Disclaimer: My first review ever. So, please bear with me as I'm not familiar with the rules surrounding analyzing books and critiquing the way they're written. This review contains spoilers, so if you haven't read the book and you plan on it, skip over this review. Don't say I didn't warn you. 😌
Brave, kind, loyal, sweet, loving, graceful, strong, thoughtful, funny, genuine, hopeful, playful, insightful, and on and on… Was she, though? Was she any of those things? The words make me angry. I can’t look at them any longer.
Jennette, if you ever happen to read this review. Congratulations. Congratulations on coming to terms with yourself, realizing that acting isn't for you, and finding something that suits you best. Congratulations on acknowledging the damage your mom did to your life and coming to terms with the fact that she isn't perfect because she's your mother. There are so many other things I can congratulate you for— but I'm gonna try to shorten this up because I have too many things to say about this book.
This book is very raw and digs deep into how and why Jennette became an actress. It digs deep into how mothers, yes, mothers, can and do exploit their daughters for their own personal benefits. You'd be shocked to know these kinds of parents exist, and sadly, they do. Even in the West, where child abuse is looked down upon and addressed by millions of activists.
Moms are saints. Angels by merely existing. NO ONE could possibly understand what it’s like to be a mom. Men will never understand. Women with no children will never understand. No one but moms know the hardship of motherhood, and we non-moms must heap nothing but praise upon moms because we lowly, pitiful non-moms are mere peasants compared to the goddesses we call mothers.
This passage right here is much too relatable. Everyone glorifies mothers and motherhood. And yes, a lot of us do romanticize the dead, regardless of how badly they lived their lives.
Keep in mind that Jennette McCurdy's mother, Debra McCurdy, was described as Brave, kind, loyal, sweet, loving, graceful, strong, thoughtful, funny, genuine, hopeful, playful, insightful, and on and on...
That's all just a bunch of romanticism. Debra was an evil woman while she was alive. She showered her children into their teenage years and went as far as doing breast and vaginal exams on Jennette to check for cancer. What kind of mother showers her daughter with her brother and does breast and vaginal exams on her to check for cancer? Only professionals can accurately examine a person for cancer.
If you read the passage below, you'll be utterly disgusted by what the mother used to do.
Mom showers me with Scottie sometimes. He’s almost sixteen at this point.
This was just one of the many WTF moments for me in the book. I was utterly disgusted and horrified by the idea of a mother showering her children, male and female, together. And do you know how Debra felt when her son asked her if he could shower himself?
Scott asked if he could shower himself once. Mom sobbed and said she didn’t want him to grow up so he never asked again after that.
Absolute disgusting and predatory behavior. My son wants to shower himself because he's hit puberty, is mature, and doesn't feel comfortable naked around others. So I sob to make him feel guilty and allow me to touch his body inappropriately. On top of that, I perform these cancer prevention exams on my naked daughter in front of him. WTF.
Another thing that just didn't settle with me was how Debra constantly enforced anorexic thoughts and beliefs onto Jennette. Whenever Jennette was at a healthy weight and was eating, Debra would be furious. In one scene, Debra starts making Jennette eat sugar-free popsicles and diet foods, and when other people begin to notice and start questioning whether Jennette has anorexia or not, she dismisses them as dramatic. And we all know how implementing anorexic thoughts into a child affects them in their childhood. If you don't, please read the book. It brings a lot of light to the abuse Jennette has endured for the majority of her life.
Even when Jennette is older, her mother begins to have a lot of control over her choices and how her body looks.
“Net, what happened?” She doesn’t face me when she asks it. She stays looking out the window at the bumper-to-bumper traffic on the 5.
“You’re getting chunky.”
“I know. I’m sorry.”
“We’ve gotta get you on a diet. This is getting out of hand.” “I know.”
One day, Jennette's mother happens to find out about Jennette dating an older guy by the name of Joe. While I never approved of Jennette's relationship with Joe because he cheated on his girlfriend to be with her and because of how he treated Jennette and the terrible things he made her do, the email Jennette received from her mother tells me everything I need to know about this woman.
Debra, did you seriously think Jennette should send you money for a new fridge after you just cussed her out and denied ever being her mother? In addition to that, you body-shamed her and called her ugly in every way possible, and she has to send you money to fix the damn fridge as if you don't have money to fix it yourself. Seriously? WTF again.
Dear Net, I am so disappointed in you. You used to be my perfect little angel, but now you are nothing more than a little SLUT, a FLOOZY, ALL USED UP. And to think—you wasted it on that hideous OGRE of a man. I saw the pictures on a website called TMZ—I saw you in Hawaii with him. I saw you rubbing his disgusting hairy stomach. I KNEW you were lying about Colton. Add that to the list of things you are—LIAR, CONNIVING, EVIL. You look pudgier, too. It’s clear you’re EATING YOUR GUILT. Thinking of you with his ding dong inside of you makes me sick. SICK. I raised you better than this. What happened to my good little girl? Where did she go? And who is this MONSTER that has replaced her? You’re an UGLY MONSTER now. I told your brothers about you and they all said they disown you just like I do. We want nothing to do with you. Love, Mom (or should I say DEB since I am no longer your mother) P.S. Send money for a new fridge. Ours broke.
And the worst part is, after her mother died, Jennette's anorexia developed into bulimia, and this is what she felt.
The truth is that I wish I had anorexia, not bulimia. I’m pining for anorexia. I’ve grown humiliated by bulimia, which I used to think of as the best of both worlds—eat what you want, throw it all up, stay thin. But now it doesn’t feel like the best of both worlds. It feels terrible. I’m filled with so much shame and anxiety every time after I eat, I literally don’t know what to do to make myself feel better except throw up. And after I’m done, I half do. Half of me feels depleted, exhausted, like there’s nothing left, which is helpful. The other half of me now has a splitting headache, a sore throat, vomit sliding down my arm and tangled in my hair, and even more shame on top of the initial shame since now I’ve not only eaten but thrown up, too. Bulimia is not the answer.
I'm so glad all this BS Jennette handled is now over. Maybe it isn't. She might still be healing and growing from this, and I'm so proud. I hope all teenage girls get access to this book. Stop romanticizing evil mothers and making them look like angels.
I'm sorry this review was so long and boring. I just wanted to give a detailed overview of why I feel so strongly about this book and Jennette's mother. It's my first time, so I don't have a lot of experience and don't have a full understanding of the rules.
Jenn, if you're reading this, you're awesome and you're a big inspiration to me and multiple other girls. I'm gonna write a book inspired by your memoir.
Peace, y'all! ✌️🌠
Brave, kind, loyal, sweet, loving, graceful, strong, thoughtful, funny, genuine, hopeful, playful, insightful, and on and on… Was she, though? Was she any of those things? The words make me angry. I can’t look at them any longer.
Jennette, if you ever happen to read this review. Congratulations. Congratulations on coming to terms with yourself, realizing that acting isn't for you, and finding something that suits you best. Congratulations on acknowledging the damage your mom did to your life and coming to terms with the fact that she isn't perfect because she's your mother. There are so many other things I can congratulate you for— but I'm gonna try to shorten this up because I have too many things to say about this book.
This book is very raw and digs deep into how and why Jennette became an actress. It digs deep into how mothers, yes, mothers, can and do exploit their daughters for their own personal benefits. You'd be shocked to know these kinds of parents exist, and sadly, they do. Even in the West, where child abuse is looked down upon and addressed by millions of activists.
Moms are saints. Angels by merely existing. NO ONE could possibly understand what it’s like to be a mom. Men will never understand. Women with no children will never understand. No one but moms know the hardship of motherhood, and we non-moms must heap nothing but praise upon moms because we lowly, pitiful non-moms are mere peasants compared to the goddesses we call mothers.
This passage right here is much too relatable. Everyone glorifies mothers and motherhood. And yes, a lot of us do romanticize the dead, regardless of how badly they lived their lives.
Keep in mind that Jennette McCurdy's mother, Debra McCurdy, was described as Brave, kind, loyal, sweet, loving, graceful, strong, thoughtful, funny, genuine, hopeful, playful, insightful, and on and on...
That's all just a bunch of romanticism. Debra was an evil woman while she was alive. She showered her children into their teenage years and went as far as doing breast and vaginal exams on Jennette to check for cancer. What kind of mother showers her daughter with her brother and does breast and vaginal exams on her to check for cancer? Only professionals can accurately examine a person for cancer.
If you read the passage below, you'll be utterly disgusted by what the mother used to do.
Mom showers me with Scottie sometimes. He’s almost sixteen at this point.
This was just one of the many WTF moments for me in the book. I was utterly disgusted and horrified by the idea of a mother showering her children, male and female, together. And do you know how Debra felt when her son asked her if he could shower himself?
Scott asked if he could shower himself once. Mom sobbed and said she didn’t want him to grow up so he never asked again after that.
Absolute disgusting and predatory behavior. My son wants to shower himself because he's hit puberty, is mature, and doesn't feel comfortable naked around others. So I sob to make him feel guilty and allow me to touch his body inappropriately. On top of that, I perform these cancer prevention exams on my naked daughter in front of him. WTF.
Another thing that just didn't settle with me was how Debra constantly enforced anorexic thoughts and beliefs onto Jennette. Whenever Jennette was at a healthy weight and was eating, Debra would be furious. In one scene, Debra starts making Jennette eat sugar-free popsicles and diet foods, and when other people begin to notice and start questioning whether Jennette has anorexia or not, she dismisses them as dramatic. And we all know how implementing anorexic thoughts into a child affects them in their childhood. If you don't, please read the book. It brings a lot of light to the abuse Jennette has endured for the majority of her life.
Even when Jennette is older, her mother begins to have a lot of control over her choices and how her body looks.
“Net, what happened?” She doesn’t face me when she asks it. She stays looking out the window at the bumper-to-bumper traffic on the 5.
“You’re getting chunky.”
“I know. I’m sorry.”
“We’ve gotta get you on a diet. This is getting out of hand.” “I know.”
One day, Jennette's mother happens to find out about Jennette dating an older guy by the name of Joe. While I never approved of Jennette's relationship with Joe because he cheated on his girlfriend to be with her and because of how he treated Jennette and the terrible things he made her do, the email Jennette received from her mother tells me everything I need to know about this woman.
Debra, did you seriously think Jennette should send you money for a new fridge after you just cussed her out and denied ever being her mother? In addition to that, you body-shamed her and called her ugly in every way possible, and she has to send you money to fix the damn fridge as if you don't have money to fix it yourself. Seriously? WTF again.
Dear Net, I am so disappointed in you. You used to be my perfect little angel, but now you are nothing more than a little SLUT, a FLOOZY, ALL USED UP. And to think—you wasted it on that hideous OGRE of a man. I saw the pictures on a website called TMZ—I saw you in Hawaii with him. I saw you rubbing his disgusting hairy stomach. I KNEW you were lying about Colton. Add that to the list of things you are—LIAR, CONNIVING, EVIL. You look pudgier, too. It’s clear you’re EATING YOUR GUILT. Thinking of you with his ding dong inside of you makes me sick. SICK. I raised you better than this. What happened to my good little girl? Where did she go? And who is this MONSTER that has replaced her? You’re an UGLY MONSTER now. I told your brothers about you and they all said they disown you just like I do. We want nothing to do with you. Love, Mom (or should I say DEB since I am no longer your mother) P.S. Send money for a new fridge. Ours broke.
And the worst part is, after her mother died, Jennette's anorexia developed into bulimia, and this is what she felt.
The truth is that I wish I had anorexia, not bulimia. I’m pining for anorexia. I’ve grown humiliated by bulimia, which I used to think of as the best of both worlds—eat what you want, throw it all up, stay thin. But now it doesn’t feel like the best of both worlds. It feels terrible. I’m filled with so much shame and anxiety every time after I eat, I literally don’t know what to do to make myself feel better except throw up. And after I’m done, I half do. Half of me feels depleted, exhausted, like there’s nothing left, which is helpful. The other half of me now has a splitting headache, a sore throat, vomit sliding down my arm and tangled in my hair, and even more shame on top of the initial shame since now I’ve not only eaten but thrown up, too. Bulimia is not the answer.
I'm so glad all this BS Jennette handled is now over. Maybe it isn't. She might still be healing and growing from this, and I'm so proud. I hope all teenage girls get access to this book. Stop romanticizing evil mothers and making them look like angels.
I'm sorry this review was so long and boring. I just wanted to give a detailed overview of why I feel so strongly about this book and Jennette's mother. It's my first time, so I don't have a lot of experience and don't have a full understanding of the rules.
Jenn, if you're reading this, you're awesome and you're a big inspiration to me and multiple other girls. I'm gonna write a book inspired by your memoir.
Peace, y'all! ✌️🌠
