I never saw The Martian. I know it got critical acclaim, but I saw the posters, shrugged, and moved on.
I put the book on for Shane and the first line was "I'm pretty much f*#$$#!"
Shane was hooked.
There was a lot more cussing in the book than I realized and Shane loved every instance. He wanted me to clarify what some of the metaphors meant! He even wondered if he could use some of them, which I replied, "Being stuck on a planet alone and thinking you're going to die is an acceptable time to cuss."
Well, we started on the road. The book was really good even if there was a lot of cussing, so I let it go. I looked forward to finishing it when I picked up Shane from Nana's.
Shane must have been looking forward to it, too, because Nana said he spoke highly of "the cussing book."
If you know my mom, you're already laughing. Consider this sentence a pause to catch you breath.
You see, Nana doesn't cuss. You might describe her as "puritanical." She's all in for Jesus. Using foul language growing up would've got me in trouble. Sure, I cussed, but I knew better than to do it anywhere she could have heard me.
So I sent my son to be with my saintly mother and he told her all about how much he loved the cursing in our audio book. He didn't mention the name of the book! He just mentioned the glorious amount of foul language.
To...my...MOTHER.
(Thanks, kid).
Nana and I had a laugh over it. I think I'm still in the will.
The book did end up being an excellent read. There were things that went over Shane's head (including a few adult references!), but he got exposed to lots of science and space exploration concepts. It was a good story and if you're not afraid of a guy on Mars dropping F bombs while talking a lot of real science trying to survive and stay sane then it's the book for you!
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