I loved Nancy Drew as a child. I spent my allowance on her books and read every one. I enjoyed a stage inNancy Drew, girl detective, has made me sad.
I loved Nancy Drew as a child. I spent my allowance on her books and read every one. I enjoyed a stage in my daughter's life when I could introduce her to Nancy. Even as an adult with no young kids, I still pick up a book periodically just to see what millennial Nancy Drew is like.
That said, the writers and editors have apparently given up on the idea that they should do some basic research. I was in the car with my daughter and this book happened to be in my CD player. Suddenly, the narrator mentioned diabetes, which caught our attention and we both paused to listen. The conversation went something like this: Professor: I have diabetes. I had checked my blood glucose measurement and it was low. I almost never do this but I need to give myself an injection. I'm sorry that you need to see this. Nancy: Oh, that's okay, I had a friend in high school with diabetes and she had to give herself a shot every day. Professor and Nancy: Okay, now that the shot is done, let's eat a lemon drop.
My daughter and I looked at one another. She developed type 1 diabetes at 2. Her brother did the same at the age of 10. Pancreas-ing is practically a full-time job in our house. We looked at one another in a "Did I hear that right??" way, then I popped out the CD and she put it back in the case.
To Nancy's authors and editors: Diabetes is a part of life, as is treating it. Real people in real life with real diabetes are not formally announcing things with phrases like "blood glucose measurement." They are not treating a low with insulin. High numbers need insulin, lemon drops need insulin, lows need carbs. They are not ashamed to do a shot or use a pump in public. They receive insulin through a pump or in multiple shots, day and night. They don't apologize for keeping themselves alive. If you ever give someone diabetes again, talk to a diabetic first. I suggest: Professor: *tucks glucose meter back into purse and pulls out a few lemon drops* I can answer your questions but I need to treat my low first. Lemon drop? Nancy: *takes candy* Thanks, Professor. Is there anything else you need? Professor: Oh no, I'll be fine once these candies kick in. Do you know anything about diabetes? Nancy: Not much. I know it's an auto-immune diseases and I know that people with diabetes need insulin, but that's it. I'd love to learn more, though, if you don't mind telling me about it. Professor: I never mind. I love when people are genuinely interested. *talks briefly about life with diabetes* Nancy: Thanks, Professor. I won't sound like an idiot if I ever become an author and write diabetes into a story line now! Professor: Your future readers will appreciate that! Now, what can I help you with?
I'm assuming that diabetes was a plot point and not completely random, so maybe it was handled better the next time. I have my doubts....more
I couldn't finish this book. I couldn't even force myself to skip ahead to the last 15 minutes to see how it ended. That's how bad this book was.
Let'I couldn't finish this book. I couldn't even force myself to skip ahead to the last 15 minutes to see how it ended. That's how bad this book was.
Let's say some random guys show up on your porch and explain that you can murder someone or let them murder someone nice. You have free choice. Your reputation may be ruined but they assure you that you won't convicted. So, what do you do?
If you are the idiot in this book you decide that this is obviously a must-do situation and you go about it. Clearly, he is the best judge of people and should be the one to decide who lives and who dies. Even though I suspect that he can barely tie his own shoelaces, he is going to play God and try to limit the number of limbless humanitarians out there.
My response would have been, "Are you crazy? I'm out. Not playing. See you later. Go ahead and start your stupid clock and play your game, but this chick isn't playing." Book could have ended in 3 pages. Which is what should have happened. ...more